Sangtekster:
Precious Metal

Something like the Son of Orion Wraps me/ Above Our own love song No one be done. Come on be strong No one be done. Come on be strong Some things come

one soul Steam steam steam steam Steam steam steam steam Call me for the pleasure You can call me for the path Call me on the phone Or on the metal plane

cards poked in his spokes His boots in oil he's patiently soaked The roadside attendant nervously jokes As the angel's tires, strokes his precious pavement

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it

solo now, and still money I have to fuckin' split Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin' hell gate All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal

style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal

way Search for the heart, in a test way This is the real deal Holyfield, baby feel, keep it real How do you feel, how do I feel, precious metal of steel

except when 'neath the trees of Eden The lamppost stands with folded arms Its iron claws attached To curbs beneath holes where babies wail Though it shadows metal

the early part of autumn Well, she learned to cook the meals and she learned to start the fire And she learned to make jewelry out of stones and precious metals