Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go, yeah, listen The sound of the horns says it's on We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn Step like a don through the
: (feat. Sadat X) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Let's go... Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck] The sound of the horns says it's
(feat. Sadat X) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Let's go... Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck] The sound of the horns says it's on
Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born with horns
his head completely off I've been lived in this town for thirty years And to no one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber
Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn Up that ass, when I blast
my mailbox And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots And one in the chamber, gun
to my mailbox And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots And one in the chamber,
blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber
Guilty undertaker sighs Lonely organ grinder cries Silver saxophones say I I should refuse you Cracked bells and washed out horns Blow into my face with
should speak to me now, Then I will chamber Tara's pinnacle. Why my father? Another damning scuffle? I (still) admire the sound of echoing horns!" [
the banner of the Serpent-King. Winged dragon coiled in thrice, Bane of flame in shadowed ice, Flooded by the horned moon, Awake o' worm and quit thy
prophesized! In a dream I was bade ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns
thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns
the banner of the serpent-king. Winged dragon coiled in thrice, Bane of flame in shadowed ice, Flooded by the horned moon, Awake o' worm and quit thy
The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophone says I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed out horns Blow
and spooks the Antelope Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemen's fears Have keep all Tom Horn alive through all the changing years Old Tom Horn