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Thunder on the mountain, on the moon
There's a ruckus in the and the sun will be here soon
Today's the day, gonna my trombone and blow
Well, there's hot stuff here and it's I go

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from
she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line
I'm wondering where in the world Keys could be
I looking for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now you're to run me away
The writing's on the wall, read it, come see what it say

on the mountain, rolling like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, where the music coming from
I need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I'm your both night and day

The pistols are poppin' and the power is
I'd like to try but I'm so far from town
The sun keeps shinin' and the North keeps picking up speed
forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I've sitting down studying the art of love
I think it will fit me a glove
I want some good woman to do just what I say
got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today

Thunder on the mountain to the ground
Gonna get up in the walk the hard road down
Some day I'll stand beside my king
I wouldn't your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army, some tough of bitches
I'll recruit my army from the
I been to St. Herman's and I've said my religious vows
I've the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the chops, she got the pie
She ain't no and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked
I'll say this, I give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain as can be
Mean old bearing down on me
All the ladies of scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your down

Everybody's and I want to go too
Don't take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could and I did it right and then
I've already confessed, no to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up
I'll plant and I'll harvest the earth brings forth
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the
For the love of God, you ought to pity on yourself