One Hundred Mummies Lyrics
| Song | One Hundred Mummies |
| Artist | Killah Priest |
| Album | Rocket to Nebula |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Walter Reed |
| [00:07.235] | Quiet, I’m in music mood |
| [00:08.826] | I can take a rainbow, make a Rubik’s cube |
| [00:11.426] | Stare at it hard, Heavy Mental |
| [00:14.002] | Squeeze it ’til it fall from my palms as Skittles |
| [00:17.036] | Reach behind your ear, pull a nickel |
| [00:19.954] | It’s coming very clear, I’m official |
| [00:22.864] | Wipe every tear with a tissue |
| [00:25.654] | Open it, there appears a crystal |
| [00:28.557] | Here, it’s a souvenir you make a wish to |
| [00:31.425] | Alchemist, jewels appear, take a fistful |
| [00:34.410] | Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as coke |
| [00:37.288] | The child called the son of man was squeezed upon a boat |
| [00:40.039] | Shipped into another land with priests and the popes |
| [00:43.034] | A language he couldn’t understand, he could only quote |
| [00:45.764] | Promised him his freedom from Edom if he vote |
| [00:48.720] | Gave him books that they wrote ’til he mastered the occults |
| [00:51.652] | His eyes caught on fire, he said his schools are a joke |
| [00:54.544] | All the books are quiet, Timbuktu was the most |
| [00:57.476] | Straight jacket in the white room |
| [00:59.745] | They went from calling him a coon to a tycoon |
| [01:02.373] | It’s psych’s doom (psych’s doom, color of thought, color of thought) |
| [01:09.051] | Black and Jill ran up the hill from Sodom and Gomorrah |
| [01:11.973] | Black held Jill ’til they beamed in a flying saucer |
| [01:14.810] | One hundred mummies all over the walls |
| [01:16.174] | One hundred mummies under the floors |
| [01:17.865] | With all the king’s servants and all the kingsmen |
| [01:20.412] | But Alexander The Great couldn’t paint them black again |
| [01:23.483] | Struck by a slow arrow, fallen king |
| [01:26.382] During one of the old battles from the [Benin?] | |
| [01:29.386] | Stuck in his bone marrow, forgive us, queen |
| [01:32.075] | A long cry |
| [01:33.625] | The end of the song, I |
| [01:35.484] | He saw his first born die |
| [01:37.059] | A storm rise |
| [01:38.454] | Then calm skies |
| [01:39.794] | Sometimes fate takes the wrong guy |
| [01:42.178] | Nostradamus haunted by the ghost of Mohammed |
| [01:44.756] | Spoke to prophets or culture conflicts |
| [01:46.977] | Both were toxic |
| [01:48.014] | Sail in the boat or take a rocket |
| [01:49.771] | Versace Merkabah |
| [01:51.378] Mansa Musa from Mali, wally worshipper, smooth murderer, cool burglar, [?] | interpreter |
| [01:57.294] | My anxiety attacks keep my diary packed |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Walter Reed |
| [00:07.235] | Quiet, I' m in music mood |
| [00:08.826] | I can take a rainbow, make a Rubik' s cube |
| [00:11.426] | Stare at it hard, Heavy Mental |
| [00:14.002] | Squeeze it ' til it fall from my palms as Skittles |
| [00:17.036] | Reach behind your ear, pull a nickel |
| [00:19.954] | It' s coming very clear, I' m official |
| [00:22.864] | Wipe every tear with a tissue |
| [00:25.654] | Open it, there appears a crystal |
| [00:28.557] | Here, it' s a souvenir you make a wish to |
| [00:31.425] | Alchemist, jewels appear, take a fistful |
| [00:34.410] | Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as coke |
| [00:37.288] | The child called the son of man was squeezed upon a boat |
| [00:40.039] | Shipped into another land with priests and the popes |
| [00:43.034] | A language he couldn' t understand, he could only quote |
| [00:45.764] | Promised him his freedom from Edom if he vote |
| [00:48.720] | Gave him books that they wrote ' til he mastered the occults |
| [00:51.652] | His eyes caught on fire, he said his schools are a joke |
| [00:54.544] | All the books are quiet, Timbuktu was the most |
| [00:57.476] | Straight jacket in the white room |
| [00:59.745] | They went from calling him a coon to a tycoon |
| [01:02.373] | It' s psych' s doom psych' s doom, color of thought, color of thought |
| [01:09.051] | Black and Jill ran up the hill from Sodom and Gomorrah |
| [01:11.973] | Black held Jill ' til they beamed in a flying saucer |
| [01:14.810] | One hundred mummies all over the walls |
| [01:16.174] | One hundred mummies under the floors |
| [01:17.865] | With all the king' s servants and all the kingsmen |
| [01:20.412] | But Alexander The Great couldn' t paint them black again |
| [01:23.483] | Struck by a slow arrow, fallen king |
| [01:26.382] During one of the old battles from the [Benin?] | |
| [01:29.386] | Stuck in his bone marrow, forgive us, queen |
| [01:32.075] | A long cry |
| [01:33.625] | The end of the song, I |
| [01:35.484] | He saw his first born die |
| [01:37.059] | A storm rise |
| [01:38.454] | Then calm skies |
| [01:39.794] | Sometimes fate takes the wrong guy |
| [01:42.178] | Nostradamus haunted by the ghost of Mohammed |
| [01:44.756] | Spoke to prophets or culture conflicts |
| [01:46.977] | Both were toxic |
| [01:48.014] | Sail in the boat or take a rocket |
| [01:49.771] | Versace Merkabah |
| [01:51.378] Mansa Musa from Mali, wally worshipper, smooth murderer, cool burglar, [?] | interpreter |
| [01:57.294] | My anxiety attacks keep my diary packed |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Walter Reed |
| [00:07.235] | Quiet, I' m in music mood |
| [00:08.826] | I can take a rainbow, make a Rubik' s cube |
| [00:11.426] | Stare at it hard, Heavy Mental |
| [00:14.002] | Squeeze it ' til it fall from my palms as Skittles |
| [00:17.036] | Reach behind your ear, pull a nickel |
| [00:19.954] | It' s coming very clear, I' m official |
| [00:22.864] | Wipe every tear with a tissue |
| [00:25.654] | Open it, there appears a crystal |
| [00:28.557] | Here, it' s a souvenir you make a wish to |
| [00:31.425] | Alchemist, jewels appear, take a fistful |
| [00:34.410] | Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as coke |
| [00:37.288] | The child called the son of man was squeezed upon a boat |
| [00:40.039] | Shipped into another land with priests and the popes |
| [00:43.034] | A language he couldn' t understand, he could only quote |
| [00:45.764] | Promised him his freedom from Edom if he vote |
| [00:48.720] | Gave him books that they wrote ' til he mastered the occults |
| [00:51.652] | His eyes caught on fire, he said his schools are a joke |
| [00:54.544] | All the books are quiet, Timbuktu was the most |
| [00:57.476] | Straight jacket in the white room |
| [00:59.745] | They went from calling him a coon to a tycoon |
| [01:02.373] | It' s psych' s doom psych' s doom, color of thought, color of thought |
| [01:09.051] | Black and Jill ran up the hill from Sodom and Gomorrah |
| [01:11.973] | Black held Jill ' til they beamed in a flying saucer |
| [01:14.810] | One hundred mummies all over the walls |
| [01:16.174] | One hundred mummies under the floors |
| [01:17.865] | With all the king' s servants and all the kingsmen |
| [01:20.412] | But Alexander The Great couldn' t paint them black again |
| [01:23.483] | Struck by a slow arrow, fallen king |
| [01:26.382] During one of the old battles from the [Benin?] | |
| [01:29.386] | Stuck in his bone marrow, forgive us, queen |
| [01:32.075] | A long cry |
| [01:33.625] | The end of the song, I |
| [01:35.484] | He saw his first born die |
| [01:37.059] | A storm rise |
| [01:38.454] | Then calm skies |
| [01:39.794] | Sometimes fate takes the wrong guy |
| [01:42.178] | Nostradamus haunted by the ghost of Mohammed |
| [01:44.756] | Spoke to prophets or culture conflicts |
| [01:46.977] | Both were toxic |
| [01:48.014] | Sail in the boat or take a rocket |
| [01:49.771] | Versace Merkabah |
| [01:51.378] Mansa Musa from Mali, wally worshipper, smooth murderer, cool burglar, [?] | interpreter |
| [01:57.294] | My anxiety attacks keep my diary packed |
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