the winds come tearing apart We walk through the stones Through the stones To your name in stone And we walk through this stone To your name in stone To your name in stone
ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone She startplay sweet song pon mi saxaphone See har man sum'n dead she wear
puts out one thing, while singing the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) no one knows no nose
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man go on go long go strong. (Big Moe) heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah Im gonna bring young G in on this mic his name is Yungstar you know that he's rollin tight
of the reaper, stare in my eyes Look deeper, now turn into stone, it's Medusa Reduce your flesh into bones, prey upon your dead meat like a vulture Dig
all day, no I pop up with the glock up like it's Groundhog's Day And then I let a round off man Now how that sound off man When that pound go bang? Your
one's for your listenin' pleasure Somethin' for all the bitin' MC's to treasure Just like a diary, for you to admire me Before you're put in the Dead Poet's
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land
Through this bullshit ocean of death and these rags-to-riches Words will break bones like the assassination of two birds With one stone that's why I
they probably make a pussy out ya butt (no doubt) Heres the clip witches know it's a black stone Its a matter that shatter your track bone Score to get
big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man
a ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone She start play sweet song pon mi saxaphone See har, man, sum'n dead she wear
s in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! (Jewely) Now what's a grand finale If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El
St. Martin! Gavroche General Lamarque Is dead! Enjolras Lamarque is dead. Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate. The people's man. His death is
St. Martin! GAVROCHE General Lamarque is dead! ENJOLRAS Lamarque is dead. Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate. The people's man. His death is the
