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Mother Mother Chasing It Down

So high I cannot see, adolf Now I got these rappers all breaking up in sweat Cause every time I get up on the mic it come correct And I learned it from

back, I'm being hunted Then it was gone, I turned around it had to be on But then I had found, it was gonna be hard For me to make it to the crib, cause

arises and night falls Where are you sailing to? So all alone you're pushing it on Who is going to hold your hand When it will pull you down below Where

Feelin' most alone. Well, out comes a farmer, He must have thought that I was nuts. He immediately looked at me And stuck a gun into my guts. I fell down

logic or rationalization. In my opinion, it's often fruitless, but always... well, not always. The clocks and calendars, it's just... time. Our little measurements. It's always chasing after us." "It is, it

in a jail. It was Frank and Jesse James that killed many a man, But they never was outlaws at heart; I wrote this song to tell you how it come That Frank

trapped in my adam's apple Sombody dropped me on my head and I'm sure that my mother did it But the bitch won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open

like a priest you was Todd Browning?s freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I?m sure you?re not protected, for it?s plain to see

There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed