(Brooker) 

The search is over, the battle done 
The fish is beaten, the angler's won 
But simple stories make longer tales 
No consolation if he had failed 

Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole 
Coyote and rattler had made him old 
No it ain't easy, it's on the borderl
Foul Play lyrics

Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know they're
ine 
Between health and madness, the way he bides his time 

Fin to fin in every log-jam 
This is where they lie 
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black 
They're eye-to-eye 
My oh my what fun to be on your own 

Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole 
Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his 
1-900-Hustler lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel, Free, Memphis Bleek)
[Beanie Sigel]
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty
oal 
And golden chances, he let them slip away 
Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day? 

They really nailed 'em on the deadline 
This is where they lie 
Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye 
My oh my what fun to be on your own 

But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was hig
Black Elk Speaks lyrics

white heat.. was on
our tracks
                                                    the four-legged on
the run
           
 
he tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight 
Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold 
Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold 

Fin to fin in every log-jam 
This is where they lie 
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black 
They're eye-to-eye 
I see why he spend his time on his own