(Scarecrow)
6 in tha mornin’ police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
Cuz these thugs out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the Chevy
Then I race
Popped in the tape
A motherfuckin’ Three 6 Mafia tape
I’m crunked off the bump
Pumpin’ through my backseat
Speedin’ hit the weed
Though the end of the streets of Memphis Tennesee
Got my stacks and some bags sittin’ in the stash spot
Tatooes on my legs and a hot 40 glock
They got the hard on for the Infamous nigga
Call me Scarecrow
Used slangin’ man, but I don’t do that no more
I’m feelin’ like I’m the most wanted
Every cop is an opponent
In the dash
On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
And I’m real
Man I got to get the fuck out of here

I had to ditch the Chevy
Callin’ my mafia niggas to scooped me up
The blocks are crawlin’ with cops
I can’t go down, them slugs bust
I’m runnin’ through yards and shit
Tryin’ to dodge them tricks
I’m a movin’ target
I spotted my nigga out there
On the real, gonna rde with out no fly shit
He didn’t hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town
I told him bout’ the drama in the ride and how it went down
I got a lay low cool (??) before I get back in it
Anti-peace and po-police
I beat them with glocks back to the street
I can’t get caught, cause the new law say in it “ain’t no deals”
I would decease these devil police, therefore I do twenty years
Every nigga and grill they drop a dime to papers
I gotta pull a quick capa before I catch the vapors

12 a-m the next day
Gotta bank the seas
Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys
Down to my nigga
Got the passport to get my overseas
Under the palm trees
But you know me a quarter key
But my pan was injured
The silent alarm was triggered
I heard a cop say come out with fuckin’ hands up
Nigga now I got to show my Prophet (??)
My only way out was to take me some hostages
They keep askin’ me over and over for demands
I told them back up
Or she got brains on her pants
The gun was to her head, I told them don’t make me shoot
But little did I know they had a sniper on the roof

she says it’s cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
she’s always woried about things like that
she says it’s all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
and she only sleeps when its raining
and she screams and her voice is straining

(chorus)
and she says baby
it’s 3am I must be lonely
when she says baby
well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes
she says the rain’s gonna wash away I believe it

she’s got a little bit of something, God it’s better than nothing
and in her color protrait world she believes that she’s got it all
she swears the moon don’t hang quite as high as it used to
and she only sleeps when its raining
and she screams, and her voice is straining
(chorus)

she believes that life is made up of all that you’re used to
and the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days, and days
she thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway
but outside its stopped raining

(chorus)

This is Radio Freedom
KLF! aha aha aha aha

KLF is gonna rock ya
(are you ready?)
Aha aha aha aha
(ancients of Mu Mu)
(here we go)
(ancients of Mu Mu)
KLF is gonna rock ya
(are you ready?)
Aha aha aha aha
(ancients of Mu Mu)
KLF KLF is gonna rock ya

KLF is gonna rock ya ‘cos you
Have to
Move to the flow of the P.D. blaster
Bass ballistics
I’m gonna kick this hard
And you can catch it
Down with the crew crew
Talking ’bout the Mu Mu
Justified Ancient Liberation Zulu
Got to teach and everything you learn
Will point to the fact that time is eternal

Sample city through Trancentral
Basic face kick elemental
Swings brings new technology
The ‘K’ the ‘L’ the ‘F’ and the ology
Da Force coming down with mayhem
Looking at my watch time 3 A.M.
Got to see that everywhere I turn
Will point to the fact that time is eternal

It’s 3 A.M., 3 A.M., It’s 3 A.M. eternal

If I don’t think about the fact that she left me
If I don’t see the pearls fall from the sky
If I don’t hear the accusations of blasphemy
If I don’t feel the tears in my eyes
This is the best day of my life

U say U’ll call me and then U don’t
I want 2 kiss U and then I won’t
We both do nothing and call it love
Is this love?
Is this love?

This morning I wanted a cup of coffee
But I didn’t have any cream
Last night I wanted some inspiration
But I didn’t have any dreams
Coupled with the fact that U belong 2 another
Whose name is self-righteousness
So evil girl, if one of us has a date with the undertaker
Which one will it be?
U can cry 4ever, but U’ll get no sympathy
This is the best day of my life!

I’ve got 3 chains of gold
And they will shine 4ever
They are the nucleus of my soul
Melt down? No, they will never
I’ve got 3 chains of gold
And they will shine 4ever
They are the nucleus of my soul
Melt down? No, they will never

Yes

Give back the chains
If U don’t, U will die
Nothing should come between U and I

I’ve got 3 chains of gold
And they will shine 4ever
If one of us has 2 go
U will go before me
If one of us has 2 go (3 chains of gold)
U will go before me (3 chains of gold)
U will go before me, baby (They will shine 4ever)
Cuz I sho’nuff say U will

(3 chains of gold)
(U will go before me) {x4}

I’ve got 3 chains of gold

They gonna shine? 4ever, 4ever, 4ever!
(3 chains of gold)

[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud’da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo’s in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y’all punk bitches, cause I’m a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11’ll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn’
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

Chorus: repeat 2X

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can’t pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It’s three card molly
[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance — flows like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I’m bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I’m a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don’t like me baby
You ain’t happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I’ll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the Qu’ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I’m grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you’re gettin is a golden shower

Chorus

[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn’t for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn’t need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I’m really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don’t kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain’t even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain’t said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain’t ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That’s like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

Chorus

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin’ through O.C.
Bass first, then comes the treble
Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
And if ya feelin’ funks fool ya betta leave, ya better leave fool

I’m one of the three of the horniest devils
I’m not Violent J but I’m a psychopathic rebel
Just a bud smokin panty feelin’ P-Town kid
Got a ’74 slant nose V-dub biatch

Well this is for the bitches and the bitch boys too
I’m Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew
Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew
Gettin’ laid in the back of a Subaru
A Subaru, I thought you knew
I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo
Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint
I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain’t
See I huffs on the paint (paint)
Take rips on the dank (dank)
And if I’m at a party I might hit the nitrous tank
Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head wha wha to the head
Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head
D-Loc’s got the bud that make your eyes turn red
It’s a 9.4 on a Richter scale
I got the green farm buds and they ain’t for sale
The shit we smoke man would never fail us
For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin’ through O.C.
Bass first, then comes the treble
Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two three horny devils
And if ya feelin’ fronts fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool

We’re gettin’ drunk smokin’ blunts like these white boys should
They call me crazy cracker, straight peckerwood
But I’m just a kid walkin’ on this earth
And yes I rock the microphone for what it’s worth
And for what it’s worth we’re all one in the same
Got a little horny devil that controls my brain
Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light
A beat and a mic, some ass for the night
Saint diggy-Dog takin’ on oncomers
Winter, spring, and summer I’m burnin’ through the rubbers
Burnin’ through the rubbers and strippers man
Bet I’ll hit more skin than you can
When your high goes flat Pakelika’s got the best
Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks
Phillies always roll like a wrestlin’ match
So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep
Horny devils always huntin’ always rollin’ 3-Deep
Three horny devils

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin’ through O.C., three horny devils
Three horny devils on the late night creep,three horny devils

I’m D-Loco, I sip hot cocoa
I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho
I’m Saint Doggy drinkin’s my hobby
I’ll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy
I’m X Daddy bet cha I have these fine young fillies in my ’62 Caddy
Three horny devils psychotic rebels
Rollin’ 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble
I was born and bred to rip and shread
Takin’ 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin’ head
I’m a late night crawler, P-Town Baller
Creepin’ up on ya like a creepy crawler

One, two three horny devils
Bass first, then comes the treble
O.C. hit new levels

I’m D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin’, phillie blunt rollin’
My bug ain’t stolen not kinda really just some of the parts
Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box
Not untouchable, but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach
Just to get lit and do another song and hear bump, bump all night long
I said bump, bump but that’s another song and that’s another track
So bring it back to the facts of the subject

Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket
Lets fish bowl this bucket
Yea let’s fish bowl this bucket

“Do or die!” (2X)

[Run]
Come on stand up, still-a, a nigga that’s gettin iller
If you’re weak and/or you’re sleepin
(then what?) you get the cap I peel up
And til-I, I kill a sucker duck dope dealer
Sold to my brother but the ghetto stands stiller
Still-a, standin, commandin and demandin
from the get-go got the ghetto get a medal cause it’s standin
I’m makin a buck, they takin a buck, the tax that attacks the world
A system built to diss em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls
They starvin, we’re starvin, keepin a nine to five an’
try to hold us down, keep us out but we be risin
Risin, risin, risin like the cream
Stiggidy stiggidy stiggidy still, stiggidy standin for the team

Chorus One: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 2X)

We put three in the head
and the little one said roll over, roll over
“Do or die!”

[D.M.C.]
I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I’m steppin on
The one you’re bettin on you’re lucky like a leprechaun
I turn my weapon on my record ?? ??
Mic checkin and I’m wreckin and I’m checkin on
So check it check it out, I’m gonna rock the house
Without a doubta I’ma shout about to turn it out
So take a step BACK, I gotta wreck TRACK
I got a rep for breakin necks, I get respect black
(Damn damn!) Darryl Mack, you’re all of that
They pray they can save the crazy rat
They attack to mack to move him off the map
could never tell I fell, to hell and back
It’s beautiful — the mic makes hits
to the dirty, stinkin, son of a…. (auuuuuuhh)
I’m mad and glad and sad and highly upset
So don’t do nothin that you might regret
Cause I’ll stomp that ass, like a little insect (c’mon)
clean off my kicks (c’mon) clean off my kicks (c’mon)
clean off my kicks and then STEP!
(stiggidy-stick, step!)

Chorus One

Chorus Two: Run-D.M.C.

So they all rolled over and one fell out
We put two in the head
and the little one said, roll over, roll over!
“Do or die!”
We put two in the head
and the little one said..

[Run]
Now c’mon step to me do me pursue me you never knew me
You’ll be sleepin and you slept on the step
And now your crew be sweatin me like you’re sweatin the sweat
Another groupie dissin D, now you’re back on the set
I’m makin em takin em breakin em all
Diss em one by one
You make the mistake of thinkin I’m soft
Thinkin Run ain’t the one
From eighty-three and they be seein me and D and they front
?? the suckers from the ruckus that’s about to become
Reel it back, come REWIND it’s about that time
Feelin wack, ate the swine it’s about that swine
in your body couldn’t keep up at the end of the set
Bet ya beat ya that I teach ya and you’re stuck until death
(That’s what I’m sayin)

Chorus One

Chorus Three: Run-D.M.C.

We put two in the head
and the little one said
We put one in the head
and the little one said, roll over, roll over!
“Do or die!”

{*Jam Master Jay cuts*}
“Do or die!”
“Do or die!”
“Do.. or die!”
“Do or die!” “Do..”
“Do or die!”
“Do or die!”
“Do or die!”
“Do or die!” ..

I got 29 ways to make it to my baby’s door
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby’s door
And if she needs me bad
I can find about two or three more

I got one through the basement
Two down the hall
And when the going gets tough
I got a hole in the wall
(Chorus)

I can come through the chimney like Santa Claus
Go through the window and that ain’t all
A lot of good ways I don’t want you to know
I even got a hole in the bedroom floor

(Chorus)

I got a way through the closet behind her clothes
A way through the attic that no one knows
A master key that fits every lock
A hidden door behind the grandfather clock

(Chorus)

There’s entertainment
There’s politics
There’s popular culture
There’s dialectics
But never the twain shall meet
Never the twain shall meet
This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths
Who never put a ball in the back of the net
Who never padded up or picked up a bat
Who never spent an afternoon watching their sport
Never saw the bosses quietly taking over
Never saw the stadiums, terraces, arenas
Bought off, remodeled by G plan designers
Sold off and ripped off by company directors
All these so called “revolutionaries”
Who are too busy with the uprising to see what’s going on
Will be shocked to discover that at this very moment
Ron Pickering is preparing a crack squad of Proles
Too liberate our sport from its capitalist oppressors
In tracksuits and trainers, the rising of the masses!

Time won’t stand by forever if I know it’s true
And I’ve learned not to say never
Or else I’ll seem the fool
Twenty-nine you’d think I’d know better
Living like a kid
When my lies may seem less than clever
Is when I fall for it
Only time will tell if wishing wells
Can bring us anything
Or fade like scenes from childhood dreams
Forgotten memories
Some rides don’t have much of a finish
That’s the ride I took
Through good and bad and straight through indifference
Without a second look
There’s no intentions worthy of mention
If we never try
So hang your hopes on rusted-out hinges
Take ’em for a ride
Only time will tell if wishing wells
Can bring us anything
Or fade like scenes from childhood dreams
Forgotten memories
Only time will tell…