Me, I need no royal introduction Let the rags speak for themselves, but listen all the same: For me to leave my cares and lose control was something
Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine's groaning cough As it strains to drag us all Into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry And shout
down Straight through the heart of this town Ram it down, ram it down Razing the place to the ground Ram it down Shout it out We're all together now Shout
days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected Paranoid brethren disable their on star knowing they'll trace us Pull us over and shout, "Get
old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E Major has a quality all its own harsh, fierce, and strong -A shout of joy! The bass captures
across the face and suddenly all his anger left him. He was sure of what he must do. Thunder starts from silence and he would be thunder. Challis was
Team.." [Funk Flex] Uh-huh, what what? One time baby, big shout to the RZA Big shout to my man Power Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck My
big shout to the RZA Big shout to my man Power Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck My man Method Man, big shout to my man ?Mel? Big shout to
alive Well they can kick they can beat knock us down to the ground but we will rise and we will march again cause we are the heat, we are the sound of rolling thunder
Once I hated this city Now it can't get me down Slushy, humid and gritty What a pretty town What, thought I, could be duller More depressing, less gay
want a banana? dis banana for you tonight we dance around de flame then we get to play de spirit game spirit names we shout out loud shake de thunder
s that creepin in the teachin without speakin a sound? The loudest deacon fell asleep and shrouds his speech with a doubt Yah's fallen singer, fingers you down to scheme and a shout
gremlin The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected Paranoid brethren disable their onstar knowing they'll trace us Pull us over and shout
he sneered at 'em all, sayin', "Too damn small; I'm waitin' For the perfect wave." He was sleepin' on his board when he woke to a roar as thunder
Once I hated this city, Now it can't get me down. Slushy, humid and gritty, What a pretty town. What, thought I, could be duller, More depressing, less
Hunt for this man! Comb the city! Every street! Every grate! Set a gaurd at every gate! Drag him out! Shout the moment that you find him! spoken
that brings man hope Ever since the fall it ain't been much to sing about We were born in life's grave but Christ has dug us out So I shout I sing I
