Tekst :

All delights, all smiles
All sorrows, all passions
All rain, all tears
All mystery s, all fears

They all bring you a serenade my love
They all bring you, a serenade yes they do
They all bring you a serenade my love
They all bring you, a serenade yes they do

All midnights, all stars
All emotions, all thoughts
All mountains, all rocks
All guitars, all lutes
All music, all flutes

Tekst :

Well there once was a bird named Sammy
Who had a yellow head
You might say this bird is crazy
Why can t he fly straight ahead?
Well, he never seems to know
Exactly where he will go
Is he smashed or smoking hash?
I don t know, but he sure crashed
How can he be flying
When his right and left wings
Aren t compromising
Not deciding where to go
Is his head in the gutter?
Both wings are the same
A bunch of light weight feathers
With a hollow bone as a frame
Well they re easily replaced
Sammy sheds but he hasn t changed
He s not making much progress
The snail s having more success
How can he be flying
When his right and left wings
Aren t compromising
Not deciding where to go
Why, does he, try to fly?
Why don t he just die?
How can he be flying
When his right and left wings
Aren t compromising
Not deciding where to go

Tekst :

Yea
This is the Coon
I m with my man Mr. Trice
Def entertainment bout to take over this shit
Is yall mutha fuckers ready
Once again, is yall mutha fuckers ready.. yea.. yea

[Verse One]
Mr. Trice, One in a Mil.. Fuck it I m one in a bill..
fuck it I m one in a zill yo
This specimen is rare
A big lip nigga with an ice-cold stare
I cripple infinitely yall dare
any nigga with steel balls to try to front over here
You get done over here
Leaving niggas touch more than a LD off a blunt over here
Cake niggas be the beat eating
And since I got a sweet tooth I digest weaklings
Mr. Trice been caged for a minute
I hit the stage for a minute mutha fuckers turn timid
It s the T-R-I-C-E can you feel that shit

[Hook]
Is you mutha fuckers ready
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that shit?
Napp entertainment in the house
We representing for the 99.. . the new millennium
All that shit
Mutha fucker
How you love dat .. playboy
How you love dat
How you love dat shit

[Verse Two]
Mr. Trice Bodacious with flow
And barbaric in the way I let you niggas know
If blunt too much I still get frank
And if frank scantlis
Wait and see what bold think
We act off instinct nuttin more
Same goes for my dick with a dusty hor
I represent gore
Same reason all that red shits on the fuckin floor
nigga what you hear for?
You don t want to see me when I m angry
Too many of yall cats take Mr. Trice too plainly
A Plague disease infested
And I spread it all across your lyrical testaments.. Peasants

[Hook]
You peasant niggas ain t ready
Mutha fucker yall peasant mutha fuckers ain t ready
This was another Moss Production
We live at Napp Entertainment for the new Millennium
Blowin mutha fuckers out the water
Representing from the Mo Town

[Verse Three]
Mr. Trice on this rap shit I got it made
Its nuttin for me to find a spot in rap page
Disperse rep with body parts across stage
The big question is “Obie what s your age?”
Just cause I m a young nigga
Don t mean you can t get hung nigga
Or stung by a gun trigger
I be amongst viscous figures
Who hear nuttin
Just foot steps when you runnin
Mr. Trice s stunning actious staff
They got out of line I had to axe their ass
Exlax their ass
Italy shitted on it selves when
Mr. Trice brought the fuckin wrath

[Hook]
Hey yo he just brought the mutha fuckin wrath
Napp Entertainment putting their foot up in nigga s ass
You niggas ain t ready for that hot shit
We be droppin for the millennium
MOSS
Napp Entertainment
Mr. Trice
Executive Producer.. Mr. Wilson
Mutha Fucker this was the Coon
Opposite of other niggas
I don t give a fuck

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