Fall of the Wall - Free Flow Flava

He got the high sign so he jumped a bus Along the roads that wind on through The hot Mojave and the Jericho He'd start his whole life anew And what he left behind he hadn't valued Half as much as some things He never knew Right around sundown... He got dropped off on a street in town Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said "Son, this ain't no western movie matinee You're a long way off from yippie-yi-yay 'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from 'round these parts You've got a green look about'chathat's a gringo for starts Sometimes the only thing a western savage understands Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man Like you" "So you gotta keep on the move! Don't let that fancy paint job fool you!" Then the old timer pulled him close and said You've got a long way, I know You've got a longer drive ahead Through the bones of the buffalo Through the claims of the western dead, and Just like the spokes of a wheel You'll spin 'round with the rest You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west Spoken Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fire Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle But you can't close off the wilderness He heard the snick of a rifle bolt And found himself peering down the muzzle Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner "There's a conflict," he said, "there's a conflict Between land and people The people have to go They've come all the way out here to make mining claims To do automobile body work To gamble Take pictures To not have to do laundry To own a mini-bike Have their own CB radios and air conditioning Good plumbing for sure And to sell Time/Life books and to work in a deli To have a little chili every morning And maybe... maybe to own their own gas stations again And take drugs Have some crazy sex But above all, above all, to have a fair shake To get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie And spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face" Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree To stake their claims on these prarie plains While they say this lunch is not had for free? Just like the spokes of a wheel Who'll spin 'round with the rest They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel And I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west (Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh) I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west (Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh) I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west (Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh) I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west (Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh) Spoken/shouted: I used to be somebody! I used to be somebody, do you hear me? Do you hear me? I've been there! I used to be somebody, god damn you! I've been there before! Don't walk away! Well, youyou wanted unleaded? Unleadedthat's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay? No, it's out of order.

* Golden Earring This is the wall of dolls Secret world of smalls Look at them all my friend You'll be on of them in the end Frozen smiles and frowns Lives of ups and downs Aren't you - Aren't we all Part of the wall of dolls Listen to thew puppet clown His tales might bring you down Hang dwarfs and trolls Hang on the wall of dolls This is the wall of dolls Secret world of smalls Look at them all my friend You'll be on of them in the end

I'm Addy'd up, add it up, I just ate a plate for breakfast Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my necklace Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous (oh!) 'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates Driving by the streets we used to walk through like a triumph Mix it in a potion like a science That liquid G diet got a nigga so quiet 'Cause the shit so strong, got me feeling like I'm dyin' Shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas 'Cause my life too private, my ride too private (oh!) My flight too private, my shows so riot My jaw so tired, I go all night in my city 'til the fall Then it's time for me to fly her I got a girl at home even though she ain't mine yet And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like, like, like, like, like Don't be mad, let her get hers Don't be mad, let her get hers She made her own luck, she don't give a fuck She's tryna have fun, take a break from the love Man, your girl so bad, let me get her Your girl so bad, let me get her I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk On call 'til the fall, he can like it or not, nigga, back the fuck up If you ain't with me, motherfucker, you against me If you ain't complimentin' nigga, you offendin' I've been out here last year wasting hella time XO is the only time invested Them Fall shows every year like a birthday And I'ma do it every year in my birthplace And I ain't been this gone since Thursday I never said that I'd be sober in the first place And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like, like, like, like, like Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like, mm I just passed that liquor fell off stage Just sold out the O2 at my own pace I can say that I'm attached to nobody I've been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal But now that word out that we back On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherfuckers that they packaged Their new shit all be soundin' like my past shit Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This my sound, nigga, fuck your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But that pussy mine for the next three months 'Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land Queen Street nigga making money overseas Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to the boy Broke bread on tour, man, it's all love now Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles than us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo But ain't shit funny, can't nobody stop me All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of, all of, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow