Well, I got nine lives, baby, I just keep on comin' back I got nine lives, baby, I just keep on comin' back, oh yeah I got nine lives and nearly lost
Runaway, runaway slave Runaway, runaway slave Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are
better than gold Everybody needs rock and roll And you might live on a mountain top Or maybe out by the sea You might live in a great big house You might live
streets right You know I hear so many war stories man I hear about so many times cats have been spared Cats should've been dead You'd think that would be enough for cats
The average function Follow the code of the barbe-que You don't bother me and i don't bother you By the two turn tables, lives the fable himself Brotha
(feat. Allah Sun) [talking: Priest] Uh, looking inside my book Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass Live for everything
them tunes I've been through bitter cold Decembers and brilliant Junes Black man hold your seed up to the moon like roots And let 'em digest these fruits, it's good to live
: (feat. Allah Sun) [talking: Priest] Uh, looking inside my book Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass Live for everything