hundred Indians and fifty Squas! Ten featured acts and there's a special feature still? (Company) Who? (Davenport) Colonel Buffalo Bill! (Dolly) Have you ever seen a cowboy rope
rope Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere
rope Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, i'ma cut for em In this atmosphere
in your solitude. Now in our eyes, we both still find the perfect place to rest. We'll unfold wings and fly a while, before the next caress. The atmosphere
let's just say "butterflyee" The truth stings like Muhammad Ali I tell 'em tell 'em don't homocide me I just a little old hope with his back against the ropes
I was hanging from my one last thread of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting
rope I give away rhymes for you to battle me wit' While I do MCs like Yugoslav intelligence Sold a flick back [???] You open a barrel of worms - now the atmosphere
and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere
of this avalanche You scared the junk-crap out of me man The Ghost Rider, hold my soul tighter Jehovah take the ropes I?m a Fly a plane out of the atmosphere
[Gipp] Yeah.. yeah.. yo Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I
atmosphere pressure see the insects swarming 90 degrees in winter time, global warming The asteroids keep falling from outer space Is it alien life forms trying to communicate? Better rope
Atmosphere is cold Tension cuts like a knife Hazed are the eyes Reflecting shadows of the past Nothing moves - They all just stare. Inner peace is gone
(feat. OutKast) [Al Pacino] "I'll fight for you 'til the day I die" [Gipp] Yeah.. yeah.. yo Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope Sit
wake up, tied to this chair In a desert highway, that's not fair Cause in the distance, I see a truck Coming at the speed of light I try to escape, but the ropes
who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend. Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere