2nd Saleman: He's a music man 1st Salesman: He's a what? 3rd Salesman: He's a what? 2nd Salesman: He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids
not know the way I asked the rock, sitting in a shade of grey I asked the rock, he didn't have a thing to say
balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than
we put our draws in it...CLUE! [echoes] [DJ Clue] [talking over above Method Man verse] New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! [echoes] [Method Man
[Mad Child] Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons Chamber music, car parked in dungeons Stun gun, never sound
Aw man Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha 1-2-3-4 Don't stop the rock Now
are you ready? Man fuck you we ready Do you have a song selected? Yeah we got a song What you wanna go with Man it don't matter This muthafucka (They
' too I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two The fiends cop it too Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, rock n' jock
Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave After that, I was convinced we can do it until my man Biz jetted and came out with "Make the Music.." From
'd listen Rock & roll band Everybody's waitin' Gettin' crazy Anticipating love and music Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Playin' for a week in Rhode Island A man
the eye and I So elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurd And your thoughts leave you third isolated No man is an island but I often feel
out to the fact that we still standing after losing it, half a the label staff expected us to quit, cause jimmy cares only 'bout pop music, Rock City
all out there Live ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all odds You can handle that shit, if you couldn't handle it It wouldn't fall on you, man
) (It's soul music) I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Yo, I first took breath in Hemstead, long Island Born in American ancestry from Island
She a Queen like Liz the third, wicked curves On her word, stay still, rocking linens and furs While she do it in the sack, jazz music in the back Flat
Egerton, broke necks in his hand But if his name was shawn, they'd let him hang He be the main man, I be the witness It's the same in the music business
, it was the lifestyle I led Worshipping vanity, fornicating out of wedlock Locked in yesterday's trunk of secrets, I fled Went from sugar to sheet rock Get your rocks
't feel so good Push a button to escape Preacher on the tube crying "Lord!" There's evil in this land Evangelist: "Rock and roll music!" "Cast down
