I met my lobe by the gas works wall I dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Of this dirty old town Dirty old town This dirty old town This dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling over on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night Dirty old town Dirty old town This dirty old town This dirty old town I heard a signal coming from the docks I saw a train set the night on fire I smelled the spring in the smoky wind Of this dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town, yeah This dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp ax Shining steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, this dirty old town Dirty old town, this dirty old town Of this dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town

Oh, when you walk by every night Talking sweet and looking fine I get kinda hectic inside Mmm, baby I'm so into you Darling, if you only knew All the things that flow through my mind But it's just a sweet sweet fantasy baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me It's so deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby Images of rapture Creep into me slowly As you're go into my head And my heart beats faster When you take me over Time and time and time again But it's just a sweet sweet fantasy baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me It's so deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby Sweet, sweet fantasy baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me It's so deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby I'm in heaven With my boyfriend My lovely boyfriend There's no beginning And there is no end Feels like I'm dreaming But I'm not sleeping Sweet, sweet fantasy baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me It's so deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby Sweet, sweet fantasy baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me It's so deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby Sweet, sweet fantasy baby Sweet, sweet fantasy baby

So one night me and my, Some dude at my crew and this shit Is gonna hit the spot along the green line You live up so we have to paint that Fit the wall to stations away a couple of days back Check it, the discope was filling it out, and We knew that the wall was on a CSJ route, Then again what isnt is a wall they dont check Is a wall they this fuck yeah It was perfect, perfect you from the metro But had a funny feeling in my stomach from The get go, next thing I knew We was at the spot. fuck CSJ, Fuck being caught I was on the east side of U-town roaming round Saturday night fight fo slowing down Pigs stepping up, stopped us, started talking For no reason, three guys just started walking Just there the taxi showed up to dentsy Between us lets keep this a little secret Said I had the pupil yeah its dark out So my mom could remove carpark Told them clubs for fishing the pen for sign The final discs and shit yes I did mind this Wasnt their business tryna mind mine You wanna take me downtown Pig o right fine Im such a toy I take time to write signs And they were both on when I was on my outline Got the piece looking derp He was telling me not to work She was telling me to hurt I was signing a peace bath then declairing a war when All of a sudden we was here in the car, and Worst case scenerio fearing the lawman Peak round the corner sure enough that they arent there We spun around me and the dude Jump the fence cross the track Aint no looking back no stopping man On top of that was supposed to lose all cans Forgot the plan let go of all bruce that just ran PIGS CANT KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES RIGHT IN FRONT EM 1, 2, 3 Pigs cant keep up with the times right in front em 1, 2, 3 Pigs cant keep up with the times right in front em 1, 2, 3 Pigs cant keep up with the times right in front em 1, 2, 3 At the station, nothing to hide just

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"Smoke an ounce on the reg, in u-town on the reg From down south I arrive and we lounge on the reg" "'round here, big bottles, green bags on the reg In five years we'll be in rehab on the reg" (Rewind) Throw it up when we're on stage Front - back, bomb tracks, lebron james Gon ron j on 'em blonde babes And make videos like tom h, john wayne And kanye, but no gold or no autotune Go hard, flow bars, sean carter New mix for my peeps, new kicks on my feet Kap, got some new tricks up your sleeve? (George Kaplan) Hell yeah, got some new tricks up indeed To use broads and get more new chicks up in sheets Than too short, and won't let you leave 'Til we twistin' rizzla and weed like tek & steele (Rewind) Keep em pumpin' like the texas tea Me and kap, academics and the boss - that's the recipe Got 'em next to me, throw it up if you feelin me This is how we chill, -09 'til infinity Even on stage, fan first In the cut, givin' ups to my man's verse Spit it tight for the canon cameras Get it right on your channel canvas, we the random bastards (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (George Kaplan) There's no end to the love like buds and grams burnt Cause I have and will always be a fan first Been rhymin' man since the first high for kap So i've admired those alive and past In live shows and cyphers so light your lighters Cause we 'bout to go higher, back handin' you grams Captain kaplan, the fan of a fan (Rewind) That's just half of the plan, you heard the line Change cash, wait for kap in terminal 5 Got love for the rhymes, live on stage For the vinyls that play or the pirate bay (George Kaplan) Trainspotters, we come in all forms or shapes And when I'm in this game, I feel like I was born to play So when I'm on the blaze, in the booth or the stage I amaze, and my ways will show you I got taste And it's true what they say, the good die young So I hurry for no one and I light up blunts Fight, fuck dumb chicks and sip whole bottles All of the above to live like my role models (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high Stick (Rewind) With rewind and kap on the track and we're back on the map, how you act Throw em up, throw em up (George Kaplan) Comin through with the crew, man we do what we do and to prove it to you We throw em up, throw em up (Rewind) Still fans with a plan, got a cam and the fam, so just hand us a hand Throw em up, throw em up (George Kaplan) All around, no doubt, get it live, we about gettin live in the crowd Throw em up, throw em up... like what

Yea, yay Sitter i bistron, tomma hus far förbi när jag sveper bägaren Bytt skepnad och förklädnad Maskerad när jag rapar, skatear, målar tåg Så vem är under masken? Ja det vet vi båda två En mask utåt synlig för alla, den andra lite gömd En är helt full, den andra tömd En under jord och andra över öken den lättar Samma skrot och korn i alla turpers man träffar Nu det spö, alla bra drag dem uteblev Norrländskt vemod, är det gruvans fel? Blod till lucifer, grov storspovssnus är med Ristar tag på toan, lämnar bistro Ume C Men det fortsätter resan min På scen efter scen Minns hur den alltid kommer dit problem finns Många gånger varit nära livet med en vän E och PCP, finansierat utav CSN Stryker runt med liemannen men jag skryter knappast Så låten kanske kommer spelas för mors-farsan Från Långstrump till Clark Kent och Peter Parker Så John blund, hit med weed, skit i laget, river av en Sluga råttor gör den rappen till en batman Var jag hannes, george eller kaplan? Gång på gång om och om det är sånt vi kan Moden börjar gå i slo-mo tror nog han har kommit fram Cyklar runt och tänker mycket, gatlycktor blänker Kall stad blir varm av att ha kvar shyssta vänner Som int' bryr sig fryser tillsammans om lyckan vänder Kan hända alla, goodfellas bannad, rykten stämmer Vardan' intensiv, van o jaga sinnesfrid Alltid timme sen, de knas, men snart så har vi vintertid Vill ba' fokusera fastnar i nån instaskit Folk är odiskreta skickar DM: "Finns det weed?" Finns inget tid, vill fort far ner till Imchibeat Wokad bakom pannan borde läggas in som kimchi-ris Fast mitt inre blitt till is är jag så impulsiv Knuten hoodie, hörlurar, blint ut i trafik Många gånger varit nära livet, stupa, krocka Begravd i laviner, krossa huvet djupt i forsar Men vi slutar aldrig strula kanske stupid-torska Skatea, softa, supa, ryggor fulla, ut o klottra Låter kax men tänk stål- o spindelmannen Kan verka vanliga men vilken av jag är ens masken? Från Bruce Wayne till Clark Kent o Peter Parker Så two-face, dom claimar skap sen riv ba' staden Sömnbrist kan gör' en turper Tyler Durden Är jag Rewind, Erk eller Hörstedt? Men nu sprollar allt, ångest nah, kolla Hannes trollar fram Moden börjar gå i slo-mo tror nog vi har kommit fram Bam