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CH: Pack my bags and mount my horse
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Spend all my money on absolutely nothing
Need no man to pay for anything
Ain’t got no shame, nobody knows my name
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Pecos Bill, couldn’t hang for long
A female legend with a song

Such a beautiful day, Such a beautiful day
I think I’ll wear my brand new negligee
I’ll probably change my mind
It happens every time
Just speak to my ex-fianc¨¦
I’m gonna hunt the hunter, gonna serve’em well done
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Up goes the moon, down goes the sun
Cook my dinner while I shine my gun

CH: Pack my bags and mount my horse
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Spend all my money on absolutely nothing
Cause there ain’t no thing like chickenwing
Ain’t got no shame, nobody knows my name
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Pecos Bill, couldn’t hang for long
A female legend with a song

I’d give my life to be her
I’d give my live just to be her
I’d give my sight to see her
I’d give my sight just to see her

So here’s the way I’m gonna break it down
Speak my mind any time ’cause I got the master plan
Power in my soul, strength from my hand
I’m going up north to claim my land
Won’t settle by river, might make me shiver
So look out and hide your fans
I’m a woman on fire with huge desire
To be as good as any man

I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on,
It’s coming on, it’s coming on.

Yeah, ha ha.
Finally someone let me out of my cage.
Now time for me is nothing ’cause I’m counting no age.
No, I couldn’t be there. No, you shouldn’t be scared.
I’m good at repairs and I’m under each snare.
Intangible, bet you didn’t think, so I command you to.
Panoramic view, look I’ll make it all manageable.
Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews.
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes?
Picture you getting down in a picture tube,
Like you lit the fuse.
You think it’s fictional? Mystical, maybe.
Spiritual hero who appears in you to clear your view when you’re too crazy.
Lifeless, to those the definition for what life is.
Priceless to you because I put you on the hype shit.
You like it? Gun smoking, righteous, with one token psychic
Among those, possess you with one go.

I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.

I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.

The essence, the basics, without it, you make it.
Allow me to make this childlike in nature.
Rhythm, you have it or you don’t, that’s a fallacy.
I’m in them, every sprouting tree, every child apiece,
Every cloud at sea, you see with your eye.
You see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise,
From this fucking enterprise, now I’m sucking to your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles, but percussion he provides
With me as a guide.
Y’all can see me now ’cause you don’t see with your eye.
You perceive with your mind. That’s the inner.
So I’m-a stick around with Russ and be a mentor,
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember
Where the thought is. I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless.
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead.
No squealing, remember that it’s all in your head.

I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.

Man sends the ray of the electric light
Sends the impulse
Through the air
Down to home

And you can stand
On the arms
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying
Hey man, well this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus
To the outside world
Down to Louisiana
You can take her with you

I’ve seen the
Rains of the real world
Come forward on the plain
I’ve seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth
You’ve never seen it, no,
I’m half sick on the drinks you mixed
Through your

True dreams
Of Wichita

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
Where you grip her love like a driver’s license

I’ve seen you
Fire up the gas in the engine valves
I’ve seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I’ve seen the airwaves
Pull your eyes towards heaven
Outside Topeka in the phone lines
Her good teeth smile was winding down

Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
They say You had it, but you sold it
You didn’t want it, no
I’m half drunk on static you transmit
Through your

True dreams
Of Wichita

Punch it
I got, uh, fed
I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
I got to burn ‘em up
I got to burn ‘em up now
I got to go uptown, uptown
I got a thing
I got a little bit pushed
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
I got a bomb
I got a baby bomb bomb
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom
I got a thing, I got to thing it
I got to thing–team
I got to run my side

How you like me now
pretty good
going on,feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves
telephone bills up my sleeves
choking like a one man dustbowl
freedom rock slimeball
talking in code
we went down
lit up the shack
grab me a beer out of the sack
everybody bent over twice
painting the walls throwing some dice
leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
and they were singing like this

winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
put my soul between a bun
now I’m hungry now I’m drunk
now I’m running like a flaming pig

oh yeah
scraping off the attitude
old man eating all my food
don’t be kind
don’t be rude
just shake your boots and let it all get loose

oh yeah
my goodness

fluffy clouds
jumping rainbows
fluffy clouds
I’m sad
jumping rainbows
a soft and snuggly place
[repeat]
fluffy clouds
I’m sad and unhappy

winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
put my soul between a bun
now I’m horny now I’m drunk
now I’m running like a flaming pig

(To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J
Front row seat (in free!) no pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game’s about to start, you kickin’ popcorn to the beat
You finally wake up, Doc’s gone to town
Round his back, to the hoop, and you scream “Touchdown!”
You be illin’

The other day around the way I seen you illin’ at a party
Drunk as skunk you illin’ punk and in your left hand was Bacardi
You went up to this fly girl and said “Yo, yo, can I get this dance?”
She smelt your breath and then she left you standin’ in your illin’ stance
You be illin’

Today’s the day when I see clear
A tiny thread of smoke appears
Where blue skies fall upon the ocean
And shake this staid emotion

All the while I sing this song
I see a dot on the horizon
Growing bigger every second
Gleaming white in my direction

Who on earth can it be
Coming up the path for me?
What on Earth will he say?
Shall I run to him or run away?

Freaking out he’s come to get me
My feet are stuck but just won’t let me
Run to him, do I dare?
Madame Butterfly, don’t blow it

Calling Butterfly, Madame Butterfly
That’s the name he used to give me
He’s my man till the day I die
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
She’s waiting
He’ll be back, I have faith in this love track

Pinkerton’s the name
Lieutenant Colonel Pinkerton, Sir
U.S. Navy
I’m a bounder
I married a Yankee girl
But I went back to visit old Japan
Where there she was, Cho Cho San

Gotta have something to believe in
My white honkey, I do miss him
Someday soon he’ll come around
Just to stop my nervous breakdown

Call me fool, call me stupid
Bend my arrow, kill this cupid
Say it with me
He’ll be back
I have faith in this love track

Calling Butterfly, Madame Butterfly
That’s the name he used to give me
He’s my man till the day I die
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
She’s waiting
He’ll be back, I have faith in this love track

Cho Cho San
My little wife
My sweet butterfly
That’s the name I’ll give her
When I return

Little sweet, sweet butterfly
I hear him crowing faintly
He thinks I’m just still sweet sixteen
I guess I’ll tease him gently

Calling Madame Butterfly
His angel plucked right from the sky
Hide my baby in mystic places
I feel the fear that I might die

Right in his arms and embraces
Softly kissing my eyelashes
Got no right, no right to doubt it
Ain’t no doubt, no doubt about it

Call me fool, call me stupid
Bend this arrow, kill this cupid
I have faith, I’ll always pray
My white honkey’s here to stay

Special girl, real good girl
Biggest thing in my itty bitty world
Called her up and she made me feel right
Wish for bliss could never take flight
Sittin back with this mic in my hand
Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand
Imprinted on my mind every minute
Make my plans and you always in it, yo
Uhh, such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
And even though we both fly
Give each other space and not the evil eye
Actin like grownups
Don’t even try to hide cause the spot blown up
Girlfriend tellin you she wanna see
I say ‘I dunno’ but you say ‘Gladly’
And when we both do hit
We go on and on and on and on and on and
Sweeter than Ben & Jerry
Can I rhyme? Well you know I gets mine
Sittin round in my abstract car
This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo
Uhh, such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Look at you, look at me {repeat 2X}
Check it, yo - check it, huh
Yo, check it - uhh, yo
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Look at you, look at me {repeat 2X}
Yo, check it, yo, check it
Yo, check it, yo yo yo
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh

To all you sucker MCs perpetrating a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack, keep the crowd cold bored
You’re the kind of guy that girls ignore
I’m driving a Caddy, you’re fixing a Ford
My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name is Lord
And when I’m rockin on the mic you should all applaud
Because we’re wheelin, dealin, we got a funny feelin
We rock from the floor up to the ceiling
We’re groovin, you’re movin, it has been proven
We calm the savage beast because our music is soothin’
We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it
We dis the sucker MC, make the others suckers hate it
We’re rising, suprising, and often hypnotizing
We always tell the truth, and we never slip no lies in
No curls no braids peasy head and still get paid
Jam-Master cuts the records up and down the cross fade

Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail
Witty as can be, and not for sale
Always funky fresh could never be stale
Took a test to become an MC and didn’t fail
I couldn’t wait to demonstrate
All the super def rhymes that I create
I’m a wizard of the word, thats what you heard
And anything else is quite absurd
I’m a master of the mic, thats what I say
And if I didn’t say that, just say it anyway
Bust into the party, cover the place
See the first thing that comes, is the music in your face
Girls on the wall, some on the floor
With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore
So listen to this, because it can’t be missed
And you can’t leave til you’re dismissed
You can do anything that you want to
But you can’t leave until we’re through
So relax your body and your mind
And listen to us say this rhyme, Hey
You might think that you have waited
Long enough till the rhyme was stated
But if it were a test it would be graded
With a grade that’s not debated
Nothing to deep, and nothing dense
And all our rhymes make a lot of sense
So move your butt to the cut
Run amok, you’re not in a rut
Each and everybody out there we got the notion
And we want to see y’all in motion
Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down
Move your body to the funky sound
Side to side, back and forth
We’re the two MCs and we gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you’ll be on the one
Just snap your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJs better than all these bands…huh

[This verse only appears in the Vocal Dub version of Rock Box]
It’s the movement of your body when you’re inside a party
Tryin to do a dance just like everybody
You keep the pep in your step
Inside of your heart is where its kept
It’s the movement of your feet when you hear def beats
Silence so sweet, harmony is so neat
It’s the movement of the head when a rhyme is said
That I rock the livin’ dead, I get you out your bed
It’s the movement of you arms, to a beat that’s charred
We’re checkin and respectin cause it’s never hard
It’s the movement of your jock when he rocks the block
Ill sucker def beats all around the block
It’s the movement of the ‘table when it starts to spin
Round and round, and back again
Huh…!

We got all the lines, and all the rhymes
We don’t drive dimes, and we don’t do crimes
We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
And never wear those pants they’re callin’Calvin Klein
Cause Calvin Klein’s no friend of mine
Don’t want nobody’s name on my behind
It’s Lee on my leg, sneakers on my feet
D by my side, and Jay with the beat