back to the rockin' horse Back to where it all began Take me back, I'm back to the rockin' horse And start all over again, yeah I'm back to the rockin' horse
sleep all night long As a matter of fact I just wanna get back Chorus: Back to the rockin' horse Back to where it all began Take me back-back to the rockin' horse
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the systems at, Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap. Then I double back to the lab, Fast like I was runnin laps. I freeze! Back to the Digi-D's
? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy jake's, starks is back Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a g-pack Coke rocks, fled
My baby, why? (Oh yea) No, no, no (We're in your kingdom, oh lordy.. oh lordy, that's alright) Watch your back {*gunshots*} {*beat kicks in*} [Intro
Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for kites pushin' a stick make you breeze through life See through sites, gun shots, used to run spots Slung rocks
, strife I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead The same weight of the monkey on my neck Who crawled off my back and tried to
Hugo. Poison ivy out the windpipe blowin' the crucial. CHIBA- First they line up, we'll divide them. Suede get roscoe, then design 'em. Aesop rock box
Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack Coke rocks, fled to
with me on a record? You might as well have died and went to hell instead of heaven 'cause My rhyme weapon is like a medieval torture method Your 4 limbs tied to four horses
rocks (a bucket of rocks) Chorus 2x [Aesop Rock] Big bang, bi-big bang It's gettin bigger by the second Check it Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat
be saddle back biting motherfuckers like a horse Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse Ever since I was a shorty rockin
of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through life See through sites, gun shots, used to run spots Slung rocks
All I wanna do is get paid back For all that time I spent in the back Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton Now it's what we fought, you're makin
