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The Adventure Song pt 2
05:14
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You know there's hard times here, where ever you go
You know these hard times live, and I'm getting old
Ooh, black skin, black hair, brown eyes, all the time
These hard times you got yours, and I got mine
Gotta keep on, gotta move on, gotta keep on fightin'
Gotta keep on, gotta move on, gotta keep on lovin'
Gotta keep on, gotta move on, gotta keep on blackin'
Gotta keep on, gotta move on, don't stop existing
Boy, your hands it build this joint alone
Girl, he couldn't do shit without you for sure
Ooh, ooh ,ooh,ooh
These hard times
Hard times
Hard times
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Keep It Up, Keep It Real
04:54
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There was a wale in days of old
So full of tales of love and loss, oh
So full of tales
Of love and loss
There was a whale
In days of old
Aaaaaaaah ah yeah
Aaaaaaaah ah yeah
And then one day there came a wave
Pushing her from the sea she loved, uh
And there she lay beneath the stars
See what no whale has seen before
Aaaaaaaah ah yeah
Aaaaaaaah ah yeah
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Strange
Strange strange strange strange
Waves
Time Time keeps tick tick tickin’
Some of your data is miss miss missin’
You gotta’ do more than pray for rain
Time Time keeps tick tick tickin’
Your Lord close by, but he ain’t fixing,
Problems you can fix with your little brain
Turn it up, come on down, tell me yo’ lie, pass it around
Pull yo trigger, ricochet away yo pain
Horseman ride, they don’t play
Results are predictable, logic say,
You might run, but you can’t get away
Strange
Strange strange strange strange
Waves
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PBMJ
05:16
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Pay For What You Get
04:32
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To all those who've been born blind
this is the horn line to form rhymes that get you hit in your soul, bodied
not with a shotty but with a melodic gold mine from all the greats
who made moves, busted chops, dodged cops, handled the rock
sashayed late night on the block where all the felines flocked
this ones for Pops, Count, Duke and what nots
I'm a make sure that this one knocks
raise the horn, life was born
to a lyrical sound that can't be topped' can't be stopped
Mingus did, so I'ma have to bring this Kid
like my name was Ory on the second line
this be heavier than Buddy Bolden off the moonshine, time to grind
get on my shine/switch it up like Miles Davis on his grind
Keep it swinging for the young kids to the old folks
snare drum thick like rolled oats, play some mo' cold notes
flip it back giving beboppers the blue coats
hard pressed like a Blakey sound, dumbfounded yet astounded
we rich, buddy snapback on some fatback
putting grease on the track yeah, we hitting and that's a straight up fact
you can't handle it? Then be like Ray and hit the road Jack
but before you leave Imma lace you up with a lyrical jazz stack
from a jazz cat, to keep your mind flowing
leave your soul glowing
so stop groaning
get hip to the script, we leaving all the rest moaning
in a pursuance, well pursue dis
so I suggest everyone do your research
run ahead, add it to your number one list
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