I will Fight the fight and keep defying I'd give up, but I keep trying To fight the fight, it's in my wiring this is how you made me To fight the fight
will fight the fight and keep defying I'd give up but I keep trying To fight the fight, it's in my wiring This is how you made me To fight the fight
will Fight the fight and keep defying I'd give up, but I keep trying To fight the fight, it's in my wiring this is how you made me To fight the fight
be alright... We're Cheeky Monkeys We're Cheeky Monkeys Just like the Bee Gees We put the words down so they rhyme Yeah, we rock in the summer Rock in the summer
DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock
Call me Ontra for short, I'm confident As far as this, nice no arguments Rock garments, raw contents Its obvious, we about to cop cars from this Rock
clear for the future this pioneer ground CHORUS We are an island, a rock in a stream We are a people as proud as there's been In soft summer breeze
Slug: [Verse 1] She came back to visit, she says 'Cause in some ways, Minneapolis is more real than L.A. But I won't go to the triple-rock on a tuesday
spoiled Dealin with time went to spring, summer, fall Its crazy changes, is this that made me famous? I come a long way from Tims, minimum wages Stockin caps summer
I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never! On a whole 'nother level. If God The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils. The fight won't end 'til the war
funk To slap palms, swing arms Tap a soul Cause no rock rolls down our hill Yo black it's kinda ill We don't roll no rocks we just fill Heads with knowledge
a blacktop, cutting tires on the white rock There?s a party on a dead end road We?re just hoping that the cops don?t show Somebody is looking for a fight
telegrams from Neverland The better man ( ? ) kindly join the caravan We're like a rock band that pack contraband And won't hesitate to stomp a man into the rocks
by evil hands clappin' Rockin' my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss I rock my simulated air tank bit
wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you the struggle is official with this chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers we rock those real black