LP/CD: III ~~ Total Experience ~~ 1980. . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------. . Woo, gave you my money, I gave you my time.
Where can I run. and where can I hide. i'm trapped inside can't find my out. No place to go home. and no one here to carry me. . I am a lonely soldier.
Run D.M.C.. Miscellaneous. Back From Hell. . On the lower level where the devils dwell.. Comin from the one, comin back from hell. . {*"Back." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay*}.
On the lower level where the devils dwell.. Comin from the one, comin back from hell. . Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals. Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in.
Inside beotch. Yeah you know about that. Real players. The real ones. . I burn rubber on you quick as hell. You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself.
There's a lot of people out here. Who just don't know. What plays a factor. In movin' heads and toes. It be them hits. Hangin' out of them stereo kits.
I met a woman in West Virginia. She said her name was Alabama. She from a little town outside Savannah. Where everybody talk that country grammar. She said she killed a man down in Atlanta.
Tell me about what you think today. What are you doing? What do you want to say?. Tell me about what's been going on. Where have you been? Thought you were gone.