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She would meet me in the morning. On my way down to the river. Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree. With her feet already dusty. >From the pathway to the levy. And her little blue jeans
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If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to. Why don't you go where fashion sits?. Puttin' on the ritz. . Different gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy, all misfits. Puttin
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Go * your system. I'd rather die. Than support your terrorist war. Leave it alone. You levy your tax. Deny me a job. * cops harrassing me. Just tell me why. Why why why. Capitalist
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queen in a Chevy. I'm John Wayne, Superman, California. I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning. I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean at the Levy. And I'm a child of a backseat freedom
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can't move jukebox in a jackyards. down band the levy. with the hundreds forty fives. also heavy. like a demon like goes feel dawn. with the holy ghost. who want it down from memphis to the golf
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. The city wakes. Turns on the TV. As the levy breaks. Where the streets are burnt. By the summer sun. And there's nowhere to run to. When your time has come I've never seen such beauty. I've never
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seein thangs. They comin' for ya soul, they already got the chains 2X. . Verse 2. In a Chevy, I'm wondering if the Feds broke the levy. Are they in with the devil to control the weather?. Hurricanes
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wonderful time If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to. Why don't you go where Harlem flits? Putting' on the Ritz. Spangled gowns upon the bevy of high browns. From down the levy, all misfits
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Chandra be so Levy. Turn on these beats MC's dont see me. Believe me, BET and MTV. Are gonna grieve when we leave, dawg fo sheezy. Can't leave rap alone the game needs me. 'Til we grow beards, get weird and
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make your levy break. (Drop it, dr-drop it, dr-drop it). Yeah, 'cause I'm a heavy weight Flyin' up to levitate, baby, so I don't ever hate. I pop it off in there, stay, baby, so I don't ever wait
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them nines. And you aint ready for a hustler who hugging his grind. My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy. Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds. Like a broke nigga, I
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gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington. Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me. The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief tepee, you see me?. . One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli. We came to