Texty:
Rocking Chairs The End Of The Line

's tearing us apart 'Cause we've been up in heaven we've been down so many times it's been a long, hard ride and now we're here... The end of the line

with flare and get out of your chair We be smarter than your average boo, boo, bear Rock on, to the break of dawn Just freak it, ah yeah, baby Rock on

The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside

on a stove And commence to roll, like a tire A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin

one (the third one) CHORUS At the end of the day it's the chair I trust The cushion is comfy and the works don't rust With a straight line of vision

remember Hugh who wore different kinda clothes then but still shouted an tongue twisted flowin lines a poetry that anybody who could be struck by the sounds 'f a rock

Ride the Lightning Guilty as charged But damn it, ain?t right There is someone else controlling me Death in the air Strapped in the electric chair

Jesse ?The Body? Ventura [Jadakiss] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Jadakiss baby throw plenty of blows Cause the Ryders roll thick like N.W.O. Everybody wanna shine until they get Steiner lined

few minutes you realize he ain't moving. So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into yo coat throwed over the chair.