out of the window and down the stairs But all around the area they will only find ties and hats Under the pianos they will only find booby traps Under
His hand for me a sovereign tone I pray him come I pray him soon There's a wolf in the piano On the white keys Teeth on the back Dry bones under animal
of all the suicide attempts and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun whether
Ah, ah, ah You must think I'm a fool So prosaic and awkward and all D'you think you've got me down? D'you think I've never been out of this town? Do
Down in the quarterpast anybody's bedtime Anybody anywhere who was halfway out his mind I was sittin' in a Rock and roll bar Down from another Just on
missed my calling, I'm just the one to play your fool Chorus: Under the gun, under the gun, I'm down and crawlin' like I've never done Under the gun, under
You'll find relief somewhere between the tree and it's shade. When you go away, Heavens a distance not a place.
In the city of madness, I'm just another face, but they know right where I am, gotta leave this place. Hiding in the subway, I don't like it down here
got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum But she's the most fun I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don
again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my
my ashes fall over all the things we've said On a box of photographs under the bed I will stay in my own world Under the covers I will feel
My only stupid dream I see you and me together And how it should have been I remember piano lessons Now everything seems clear You waiting under streetlights
', dissin' Gettin' back to my mission Break out the whipped cream and the cherries Then I go through all the fly positions My head under her leg under my arm under
Yo, now how it feel? Yo [Verse 1 - Talib Kweli] It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano
the pages You can't stop the helicopter and baller stages I take care of adults Send 20 thousand grants to kids all ages 10 Grand pianos, my TV show's