the world That we're onto It's the weight of the world That we're standing on I'm not standing on Come out with your fingers And tears us all down
know my name I flow the same in a competition I break them clowns into something different Buck 'em with the fucking Smith and Wesson M C's never leave my section Finger
to never test, it'll be a 'Category F5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north
what's your name? DMC, the king is me Your Highness or His Majesty Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can't imitate DMC The Great Dissin'
and all of us take the blame Meanwhile in north Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town To record that sweet soul music, that's Muscle Shoals sound Meanwhile in north
everything would be alright the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests great overcoat clearing: and when it's not our great
in the winter wild with its grim heartbraking woes And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows North by the compass North
nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana, if i wanna say xxxx you, i aint gunna give you the middle finger, real niggas say xxxx you with the triger finger
of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great
ready to explode, the bomb is primed. Up until the middle of the 20th century, many Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny." It held that all of North
't explain My best friend and me one night One drink a piece at Cresent Hive Just like that we end up in a fight Like a yo-yo up and down Your headed north
church street south Yknahmsayin? canal street there in durham, north carolina [rick] "for all of y'all.." [kane] streets of crooklyn, and all the great
in it We just wanna spread love in it We spread love y'all, all across the globe We spread love all across the globe And from the north to the south
guess that's how the story began First mission was to clear it out and claim it as mine Indigenous people were peaceful it took no time Great grandmother
route Prepare yourself Lord fi deal with the drought 'Cause it come from all angle, come from all 'bout If a no the east, man a the west If a no the north
fingers were pointed, it just fell off. Stole it then pointed it North, the only way we're going is up. Stole it then pointed North for what? Started out great
the winter wild, with its grim heart-breaking woes, And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows! North by the compass, North
