(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972)
I can't believe that it's so cold
And there ain't been no snow.
The sound of music it comes to me
>From every place I go.
Sunday morning, there's no one in church,
But the clergy's chosen man
And he is fine I won't worry about him.
Got the book in his hand.
Oh, there's a bitter east wind, and the fields are swaying,
The crows are round their nests.
I wonder what he's in there a saying
To all those souls at rest.
I see the path which lead to the door,
And the clergy's chosen man.
Bushes and bria
You and I,
Where do we stand?
I wonder if he knows I'm here,
Watching the briars grow.
And all these people beneath my shoes,
I wonder if they know.
There was a time when every last one,
Knew a clergy's chosen man.
Where are they now?
Thistles and thorns,
Among the sand.
I can't believe that it's so cold
And there ain't been no snow.
The sound of music it comes to me
>From every place I go.
Sunday morning, there's no one in church,
But the clergy's chosen man
Bushes and briars,
Thistles and thorns
Upon the land.[K Solo]
Yeah..
K Solo back in here for ninety two
Throwin niggaz to the curb
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
My microphone's rock heavy and my mic stand's bent
Worser than any soft song cause all my rhymes are made of cement
When I add wise words water with compound
result's the earthquakes when my mic hits my ground
Vocabulary I wrote, from a stone age
I wrote the concrete rhyme on asphault, and got paid
Bricks and cinder blocks enter my mind fold
Results in words as small as gravel, to hard paved rap roads
I won't forget where I'm from, I thank God for stardom
I'm a hard rock from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
I'm from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
I'm from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
I'm from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
The K's my home, the tune's my room
I sit on a cinder block and watch all my ideas bloom
I'm sittin in my room and I'm thinkin
My world is surface water, and just becaues I'm hard I'm sinkin
If I can live life like a bridge
and remain hard above the water that's the way I'd love to live
I air hard rhymes I might record em, this means
when the bridges come tumblin down now I'm in the water
Like a pebble, a rock, or a brick I can't swim
I bottle this, drown it in my rhythm
I'm from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
I'm from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy like a rock so I'ma throw em like a bolo.."
I'm from the rock bottom
"My rhymes are heavy l