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Bob Dylan -Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny's in the basement

Mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement

Thinking about the government

The man in the trench coat

Badge out, laid off

Says he's got a bad cough

Wants to get it paid off

Look out kid

It's somethin' you did

God knows when

But you're doin' it again

You better duck down the alley way

Lookin' for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap

In the big pen

Wants eleven dollar bills

You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot

Face full of black soot

Talkin' that the heat put

Plants in the bed but

The phone's tapped anyway

Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May

Orders from the D. A.

Look out kid

Don't matter what you did

Walk on your tip toes

Don't try "No Doz"

Better stay away from those

That carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose

Watch the plain clothes

You don't need a weather man

To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well

Hang around a ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell

If anything is goin' to sell

Try hard, get barred

Get back, write braille

Get jailed, jump bail

Join the army, if you fail

Look out kid

You're gonna get hit

But users, cheaters

Six-time losers

Hang around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool

Lookin' for a new fool

Don't follow leaders

Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm

Short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed

Try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don't steal, don't lift

Twenty years of schoolin'

And they put you on the day shift

Look out kid

They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole

Light yourself a candle

Don't wear sandals

Try to avoid the scandals

Don't wanna be a bum

You better chew gum

The pump don't work

'Cause the vandals took the handles

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Bob Dylan -Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny's in the basement

Mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement

Thinking about the government

The man in the trench coat

Badge out, laid off

Says he's got a bad cough

Wants to get it paid off

Look out kid

It's somethin' you did

God knows when

But you're doin' it again

You better duck down the alley way

Lookin' for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap

In the big pen

Wants eleven dollar bills

You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot

Face full of black soot

Talkin' that the heat put

Plants in the bed but

The phone's tapped anyway

Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May

Orders from the D. A.

Look out kid

Don't matter what you did

Walk on your tip toes

Don't try "No Doz"

Better stay away from those

That carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose

Watch the plain clothes

You don't need a weather man

To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well

Hang around a ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell

If anything is goin' to sell

Try hard, get barred

Get back, write braille

Get jailed, jump bail

Join the army, if you fail

Look out kid

You're gonna get hit

But users, cheaters

Six-time losers

Hang around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool

Lookin' for a new fool

Don't follow leaders

Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm

Short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed

Try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don't steal, don't lift

Twenty years of schoolin'

And they put you on the day shift

Look out kid

They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole

Light yourself a candle

Don't wear sandals

Try to avoid the scandals

Don't wanna be a bum

You better chew gum

The pump don't work

'Cause the vandals took the handles

C-c-c-chain starter!

Bob Dylan- Knocking on heavens door

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Fronda - Tänd Den

BANG!

Tänd den, sug på den

Somnar dom så duger den

Hoppar in och bjud en vän

Fråga om jag ljuger sen

Här kommer jag, en härlig sommardag

Ett bloss sen somnar jag och kroppen domnar av

Vers.1

100 kilo massa kliver in på scenen(barabim)

Battla mig, det är bäst du skriver rim på benen(annars spring)

Skiter i PR, hör inte till min epok

Jag skiter i T.R, han är inte på min nivå (sopa)

Fronda, bryter loss som ingen annan kunnat gjort, hundra fot, hundars hot

Bäst du börjar blunda fort

Och läs din blick, till takten. Va ere för vikt på skatten

Världen blunda för mig, tills jag gick på vatten

Känn hur det sticks i nacken och luta dig tillbaks

Jag kommer till ditt jam, ge mig en mill i gage

Ni fyller mitt hat, jag håller mig vid liv

Rappare droppas som min våldsironi

Jag är droghotad, hiphopens såpopera

Försvinn ur min stad, vi kommer hårdkokta

Lyssna på min låt, leta efter en diss i min text

Jag är stor, för jag har käkat mer ryssar än Citizen X

Backa baks när jag kommer in och skapar oro

Byter rim och pratar sol och stryper din och gatans horor

Snackar pinneplock kommer med en timmerstock

Ska du skada mig, din lilla spindelkropp?(wooh)

Sjunker i bitar av skunket i pipan

bäst du drar mannen du har pyspunka i skitan

Fatta jag, fucka bars, tackla av, nacka dra, snacka vad, backa bak, förakta hat(hat)

Jag är så ung och arg, men hjärtat tungt och starkt

visionen är luddig, på grund av skunk och knark

Kommer vid runt tre(tre)

Kränger en Bunt E(E)

En weed-skalle som blåser i sin änglatrumpet(wuuuh!)

Kickar den så jag kan sitta ner med vänner

Svenskar kallar mig Spagge, Italienare för Svenne

Så stanna och titta på mitt pannband i Rissla

Såg dig på scen, såg ut som en vandrande klitta

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