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The Ballad Of Jesse James

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Jesse James was a man And he killed many men He robbed the Glendale train And he took from the richer And he gave that to the poorer He'd a hand and a heart and a brain Oh Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard Has laid Jesse James in his grave (Instrumental) On Wednesday night When the moon was shining bright They robbed that Glendale train And the folks from miles about (yeah they can) They all said without a doubt It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was) Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard Has laid (poor) Jesse James in his grave (Instrumental) Well the people held their breath When they heard about Jesse's death (yeah) And they wondered how poor Jesse came to die (how did he die?) It was one of his guys, called Little Robert Ford And he shot Jessie James on the sly Oh Jessie had a wife to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard Has laid Jesse James in his grave Has laid poor Jesse in his grave He laid Jesse James in his grave

Jesse James

Bob Seger System "Smokin' O.P.'s"
He killed many a man And he roamed over the Scarsdale range Robbin' from the rich And givin' to the poor He was dark and cold and full of rage Oh yes he was, sing with me Poor Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life And three children They were oh so brave But that dirty little coward He went and shot Mr. Howard Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah It was on a Saturday night When Jesse was at home Talking to old railroad Jed Along come Robert Ford Like a theif in the night And he shot poor Jesse in the back Poor Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children They were oh so brave But that dirty little coward He went and shot Mr. Howard Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah He lays Six feet under the ground

Jesus Christ

Guthrie Woody
JESUS CHRIST (Woody Guthrie) Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land Hard working man and brave He said to the rich, Give your goods to the poor. So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand His followers true and brave One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave He went to the sick, he went to the poor, And he went to the hungry and the lame; Said that the poor would one day win this world, And so they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. He went to the preacher, he went to the sheriff, Told them all the same; Sell all of your jewelry and give it to the Poor, But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. When Jesus came to town, the working folks around, Believed what he did say; The bankers and the preachers they nailed him on a cross, And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. Poor working people, they follered him around, Sung and shouted gay; Cops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air, And they nailed Jesus Christ in his grave. Well the people held their breath when they heard about his death, And everybody wondered why; It was the landlord and the soldiers that he hired. That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky. When the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate. When the patience of the workers gives away Would be better for you rich if you never had been born So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. This song was written in New York City Of rich men, preachers and slaves Yes, if Jesus was to preach like he preached in Galillee, They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave. sung to Jesse James filename[ JESUSCHR play.exe JESSJAME SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

Lose Yourself

EMINEM "Slim Shady LP"
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Is he No He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Hook:] You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da [Hook] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got [Hook] You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Do What Ya Feel

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[laughing] Yea [more laughing] Follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow Never follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow [Chorus] Juss do what ya feel and never follow Juss do what ya feel and never follow Ha Ha Metical [Meth:] Who wanna flip wit the acrobatic From Ground Zero all the way to attic Well we be smokin Tical The reservoir is now open I swim the English Channel backstrokin You don't know me or my style We hold court and blow trial You catch cal when you browse through my X-files Who be next now Man's down, hands down Hold ground by yo side when it go down I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin heart Little Meth pea the best pod Now walk wit dat one, word, time time fo some action Dreamin bout Toni Braxton Blowin her back out like Bob Backlund I'm throwin wrestling holds Tag Team wit Funk Doc We in Funk mode Take yo best shot If it don't hip it don't hop If it don't quit it don't stop That's the life [Redman:] I be the supalyrical individual I be spittin though that Teflon material To knock Big Ben off of schedule Betta move wit a set of tools I be doin it to mics when I'm a heterosexual I load the mic then cock, drop it like 3 quarters when I slaughter Don't get caught in the water Cause the Bricks got its own World Order Leave yo bitches shot like the third rail caught her Style stay deeper than Orca I float the seven seas with ease Get more drugs than pharmacies So call me that lyrical genevyz You can't compare, get you steppin like stairs Frats, sororities Don't make me bring it on back, I fuck up the majority Of niggaz lookin hard at me I port them like authority And when my nigga Meth shine, I be in the How High mobile Rollin 3 dimes at a time [Redman and Method Man still... (unknown sample)] It's the Jersey representa Get hit from the bottom to ya head when ya enta [Meth] Word [Chorus x 3] Ha Funk Doc, break it down [Redman:] Yo, suck my dick outta animosity The velocity will fly dat head and freeze yo camps like pottery then give labodomies to all you rap colonies And shut yo million dollar investment to economy And possibly might be the one in black leather Name tag sayin 'Caution when wet' By the track wetter The ass-spreader I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me And I went back wit her 3 years for carryin a loaded handgun but its forever wit a nigga (ch-ch-blouw) and he lands one to yo cranium That red dot on your forehead is not cause you're Arabian (Watch what you say to him) You caught up in a tight situation I should start erasin your organization for makin, wack tunes While my whole platoon rocks the basement You couldn't come if I gave my bookin agent Or producer Royalty poise 12-shot loaded Luga Even the crowd get you souped up You still wack I peel caps on the regular Destroy emcees etcetra Hooped like the Predator Fuck you, your label, moms, and yo editor Give you two to the jellular Left you spreadin all on my shirt The King of the Flirts, shittin Bitches hit me off more than New Edition (tw tw twee twee twee tw twee twee twee twee) I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel fasique So I alone (one me gun dun) Get on the mic breakem off a shum shum [Meth:] We moonshine and grow crops Purchasin a handheld wit the sho-shot It got me spittin These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions You ain't be got no weapons you live professin Next in line Parental discretion advised These explicit, street linguistics Betta than yo momma biscuits We bombshellin I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it Johnny, dangerously, Blaze Anotha enemy made, anotha due paid Color-safe bleach so I don't fade Scar you mental wit my double-edged blade Razor Sharp get yo bandaids Hold that Like E said get the Pozac Show dem wack niggaz where da door's at On the case like I'm Kojak Kissin the grits on that floor bitch Flip scripts, take loooong shits Raider Ruckus, one I come wit premeditated Red Rum Gingivitis to yo filthy ass gums Bottom line eitha get down or get done, Muthafucka

Colors

JAY ELECTRONICA "Attack Of The Clones"
Don't get it confused This message is for solo artists but I get at crews We can make the news I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in baton rogue Or killing rock the bells with nas in pasanews It's a small task for jay man Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin Sippin out my flask chillin in my ray bans Imaginary crime boss With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost, It's time lost Who shot ya, the black bach blastin over opera Phantom of the chakras Jay doppla went from panhandling socks in box To popular This is just the start of it, The kid intend to split more wigs than british parliament Catch me on the global warmin tour with jigga and al gore Performin dear summer, where autumn went Eternal sunshine Drum major without a drumlime I'll be in the D screamin kick rocks to one time When they say license and registration I'm yellin reparations Quote em from revelations Then I peel off in they faces Young black and arrogant with no id The most extravagant They should build me a statue on grambling campus With a manuscript, that say he got at the best of them Shot at the rest of them Ain't no contesting em Green says a lot niggas talkin shit but we ain't stressin em

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