Posted by travelswithwhiterabbits at fozzy.uwyo.edu on March 01, 2002 at 13:29:53:
In Reply to: Has he got a burner in his computer? *NT* posted by reechie on March 01, 2002 at 13:06:51:
twenty dollars for the weekend alcoholic, suppose i'll make it trough, rum is cheap then again so is sleep, so long as i have somethin to do...
fixed as i kick this missin my lady mixin the elixer in the kitchen to trip your lips off, and if you sit spark stick with your crew do what you have to, make your dreams come true, yeah when i get back to my lady my eyes will be so shady she won't even know me, still i'll cast my spells, tell her little stories tell her she's got no problems yeah not to worry because my love for her forever i never gave up on hope, which is why when i spill my rhymes it makes me feel better than smokin dope, well winter brews in wyoming it's cold as ice outside walk to slide on in let the rhyme begin...
thirteen dollars for the weekend alcoholic, suppose i'll make it through, whisky's cheap then again so is sleep, so long as i have something to do...
so i'm out elating the mindstate of all the people in this place just a taste of the explaination then i'll come back to it later, now microphone in one hand this phat spliff in the other, creating the one sound you knows unlike any other, so you know we'll get down while i'm here in your town with this sound founded in the methods, been blessed, couldn't be corrected, because it's next to perfect
and i suppose it's like osmosis as i'm slippin through their souls, feel the energy flow through me and i'll smoke it like a bowl, because i'm in good company, and elating the mindstate of all the peoples in this place, a taste of the explaination then i'll come back to it later, a moment before these ladies lace panties begin to get wet and drippin because they're turned on by the rhythm, now you know we'll get down while i'm here in your town with this sound founded in the blues i use it i choose to do it there's no rules in my system it's the rhythm i quicken, improvin this condition improvisin this weekend all season that's my mission, out snowboardin a bit and i'll admit...
i suppose it's like osmosis as i'm slippin through their souls, feel the energy flow through me and i'll smoke it like a bowl if it was tangible understand my view? as i ramble on for all of you inside this tribe tonight unite to rise to higher heights feelin eirie i backstage i was gettin high, now microphone in one hand this phat spliff still in the other, creating the one sound you knows unlike any other, & elating the mindstate of all the peoples in this place just a taste of the explaination then i'm comin back to it later, a moment before these ladies lace panties begin to get wet & drippin cause they're turned on by the rhythm...
seven dollars for the weekend alcoholic, suppose i'll make it through, beers cheap then again so is sleep so long as i've something to do...