Patton

My love, my dear love My tender love My burning heart My light, my life My beauty My bones, my blood My andante I love you so much, so much I love us when we love as others Insolubles in this collapsing world Out of the crowd, inflexible Insolubles, elegant Romantique I remember it all Those umbrella rides on the streets of our history Pawlonias of the Furstenberg square Shivering, dazzling, pa la nuit Insolubles My love, my sublime love My wonder My distant thunder My love, so brut, so brut A sentinel under his tent I stammer, I lose my breath I love us as others, as others Insolubles, these impossible times Resistant, incorrigible Insolubles exigente Poetique And the day that we missed The one that we preferred, the most beautiful colanders And elongated coffees in the garden Tuileries The song of Mouloudji Insolubles Insolubles in this collapsing world Out of the crowd, inflexible Insolubles, elegant Romantique Step by step, Salle playel All Gershwin and red dress Jesse Norman divine I'll remember your name like a treasure On the grave of a 20 year soldier Insolubles

My name is Browning, and my motto Simply do what the trigger says Are you a flic' or a gangster? Well, have a look at my billboard Aim, aim, aim Shoot, shoot, shoot Bang, bang, bang Bleed, bleed, bleed If you have neither coin nor green Straight to your bank, I guarantee With your Browning in hand Your finances, well, they'll work out okay, man Aim, aim, aim Shoot, shoot, shoot Bang, bang, bang Bleed, bleed, bleed And if your baby decides to fly away With another bloody loser You don't need no paper, no pen Browning will sign your adieu Aim, aim, aim Shoot, shoot, shoot Kill, kill, kill Bleed, bleed, bleed If remorse is sapping your tree If you're nailed down by repentance If you don't know what to do with your skin For two cents, three bullets Browning will do you in Aim, aim, aim Shoot, shoot, shoot Bang, bang, bang Bleed, bleed, bleed Aim, aim, aim Shoot, shoot, shoot Kill, kill, kill Bleed, bleed, bleed

Freeway down the mountain To the waterfalls of yesterday Freeway down the mountain To the asphalt of your grave Camion Freeway down the mountain To the boulevard of malaise Freeway down the mountain To the parking lot of apathy Camion Freeway down the mountain To the Avenue D' Champs Elysee' Screaming in the fountain Like Marcello Mastroianni Camion Freeway to this nameless town Where we wander and we play East and west are my only vine But the north and south are still OK Freeway down the mountain To the credit cards of today Preachers will be astounded As the gods bow down and pray To me

I'm about to go to jail about this spoonful In all a spoon', 'bout that spoon' The women goin' crazy, every day in their life 'bout a ... It's all I want, in this creation is a ... I go home (wanna fight!) 'bout a ... Doctor's dyin' (way in Hot Springs!) just 'bout a ... These women goin' crazy every day in their life 'bout a ... Would you kill a man dead? (yes, I will!) just 'bout a ... Oh babe, I'm a fool about my ... (Don't take me long!) to get my ... Hey baby, you know I need my ... It's mens on Parchman (done lifetime) just 'bout a ... Hey baby, (you know I ain't long) 'bout my ... It's all I want (honey, in this creation) is a ... I go to bed, get up and wanna fight 'bout a ... (Look-y here, baby, would you slap me? Yes I will!) just 'bout a ... Hey baby, (you know I'm a fool a-) 'bout my ... Would you kill a man? (Yes I would, you know I'd kill him) just 'bout a ... Most every man (that you see is) fool 'bout his ... (You know baby, I need) that ol' ... Hey baby, (I wanna hit the judge 'bout a) 'bout a ... (Baby, you gonna quit me? Yeah honey!) just 'bout a ... It's all I want, baby, this creation is a ... (Look-y here, baby, I'm leavin' town!) just 'bout a ... Hey baby, (you know I need) that ol' ... (Don't make me mad, baby!) 'cause I want my ... Hey baby, I'm a fool 'bout that ... (Look-y here, honey!) I need that ... Most every man leaves without a ... Sundays' mean (I know they are) 'bout a ... Hey baby, (I'm sneakin' around here) and ain't got me no ... Oh, that spoon', hey baby, you know I need my ...

Laid down last night, hopin' I would have my peace, eee I laid down last night, hopin' I would have my peace, eee But when I woke up, Tom Rushen was shakin' me When you get in trouble, it's no use to screamin' and cryin', hmm When you get in trouble, it's no use to screamin' and cryin', hmm Tom Rushen will take you, back to the prison house flyin' It were late one night, Holloway was gone to bed, hmm It were late one night, Holloway was gone to bed, hmm Mister Day brought whiskey taken from under Holloway's head An' it's boozy booze, now, Lord, to cure these blues It takes boozy boo', Lord, to cure these blues But each day seems like years in the jailhouse where there is no boo' I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' 'round I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' 'round If he lose his office now, he's runnin' from town to town Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me Aw, he caught me yellin', I was drunk as I could be

Baby, saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare Baby, saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare I'm gonna find a rider, baby, in the world somewhere "Hello central, the matter with your line?" "Hello central, matter, Lord, with your line?" "Come a storm last night an' tore the wire down" Got a brand new Shetland, man, already trained Brand new Shetland, baby, already trained Just get in the saddle, tighten up on your reins And a brownskin woman like somethin' fit to eat Brownskin woman like somethin' fit to eat But a jet black woman, don't put your hands on me Took my baby, to meet the mornin' train Took baby, meet that mornin' train An' the blues come down, baby, like showers of rain I got somethin' to tell you when I gets a chance Somethin' to tell you when I get a chance I don't wanna marry, just wanna be your man

Get the south dick up out your mouth What you talkin' 'bout? See we know everythin' you're about So try another route Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around get killed But not like the kilt above the knees BB will plant you niggas like seeds or fertilizer for the trees Emergency vehicle last seen speedin' from the scene, nigga Take one for the team, now he's bleedin' from the spleen Stay so fresh and oh so motherfuckin' clean No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam We come in peace While some of y'all niggas come in greed gluttons Fuckin' up the game like ice, heroin or speed Slow down nigga Yeah Yeah Speed it up like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast Not a hobby, this my life, you disrespect it, that's your ass As one half of the Outkast return like ghost of Christmas past It's the son of Chico Dusty must be West Savannah bad Had to go to church on Sundays with great grandma and granddad Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path If I ever fell astray then God will get me back on track Didn't say that Rico, Ray and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax Then we spittin' 'cause killin' everythin' that we attack Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that All the shit you rappers lack, we got plenty, here's a snack Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack Whack ass nigga This shit's like breathin' to me Born and bred for it Another battle won, another story to tell Listen to the angelic pluckin' of the puppet strings As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression, victorious Undefeated on the battle field Against the means of ignorance, greed and hatred All contenders to the throne are left naked Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from And if you commit to that truth You could end the vicious cycle Affectin' our youth today If we just stop lyin', if we just stop lyin' Stop lyin' Lyin'