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[Featuring Mellow Max]
Intro: Mellow Max
Yes, as we continue to get it going on
Artifacts representin from Newark to Illtown
Put your ear to this here
Most definitely it's a sure banger
Keep this one in your collection
Newark to Illtown representin
Who do we have up to bat? (MC El)
Lace that
Verse One: El the Sensai, Tame One
In this field, niggaz get killed, quick with the skills
Intact, ill with raps, buildin facts to fill
gaps react, tap into your internet and patch into
my steez or my style, niggaz down to make the cheese wild
MC'
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yippi ay oh
love's a silver bullet that blows your world apart
I wanna be remembered as an outlaw honey
the boy who stole your heart
I wanna be the guy who wears the white hat
and rides across the plain I'm gonna be your enigmatic stranger
honey you are lookin' at your Shane
cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
you give me cowboy dreams
cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
you give me cowboy dreams
if ever you're in trouble if ever you are down
I'm gonna be the hangin' judge and sherif
gonna ride your troubles out of town
you're lookin' at a mountain y
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Here am I
Like a target in flesh
One more time
For you to call out the dogs
Passengers
With a ticket to burn and burn and burn
You will learn
I'm still waiting for you you know
I'm a slogan, an old story,
A disease, never again
I don't like this, new anger,
These young boys, just make me laugh
This picture, I'm so nervous,
The DJ, says 'who are you?'
Look at me, I'm shaking,
I don't know if I can move
I don't need
This attention again
I've lost time
I could lose everything
You will learn
That you've nowhere to go so
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Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.
Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
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