Woorden:
Opera

Sun God get 'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I

If only you, could let me in I know that love, it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride

voice, In one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind Offstage voices: He's there, the Phantom of the Opera Beware the Phantom of the Opera

Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate

Don't know why they even bother Putting this highway on the map Anybody's that's ever been on it Knows exactly where they're at It's hells on both ends

Bobby went out for a joy ride with my best girl, left me at the party It was almost ten and the three quarter moon illuminated The rain-soaked streets

Let me tell y'all a story So far fetched it must be true 'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida One is man enough for two Practiced twelve hours

Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville

One more night, one more show Four down, eighty-four to go This ain't no time for moving slow Greenville to Baton Rouge I'll call you up when I get through