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White Rhino Wednesdays

by Julian Rhine

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Chorus: You show the lights that stop me turn to stone You shine It when I'm alone And so I tell myself that I'll be strong And dreaming when they're gone 'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home Calling, calling, calling home You show the lights that stop me turn to stone You shine It when I'm alone Verse: Turn it on and put it in Lights on, rights wronged This game is a bitch, and I keep that bitch barkin Lights sparkin, hand me the marker till it darkens I’ve started I’m embarkin on my fantasy, Let go of the wheel cuz nobody can handle me Excuse me while I blow, better watch your back while you plant the back-Ho Slicker in consider in the middle of an inch in a pinch it'll singe from the fire of my motherfuckin flow Medusa eyes and I turn to stone all along immortal on my throne, alone Now I'm gone, lost out in oblivion Smack off the back of a crack moon rock and addict in the attic surge the sockets and I’m shivering cold Chall know, white glow, ready? Go Chorus Verse: I was the kid that walked away from the light Throw up a finger if you wanna feel the shine Let it linger let the light radiate A million miles high, let’s levitate we elevate Look down at the sky, wave goodbye say hello down below is the pilot with his aviators chall already know Hold on hold on hold on hold on Chall already know [White Rhino, White lights] x2 Chall already know. Rhino in this bitch ‘bout to blow Ready? Go. Call me home it’s the call of the nation it’s me and I’m calm in a bombin and I bomb another nation I play playstation and I’m plain in vacation and this plane’s stayin way, way, way up high like what I embody. Settle let a be forgot oh lah-de-ah at the heavenly body glitters ah we the bloomin illuminati. Everybody burnin have you seen this have you heard this? Verses so fly out the mouth like blurt it. Words, Smith, are twisted, inverted. This beat’s droppin, this beat’s droppin, this beat’s droppin droppin droppin, this beat’s droppin, this beat’s droppin, this beat’s droppin droppin harder than birdshit Chorus x2
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Unh, Ghostly Mostly overloaded Hell is bloated holy souls know not of closeness so your god act so ferocious, no no Imperial precocious there’s no hopin it's so hopeless Those closest have roses for my headstone, blehhhh Better gettin headies in beddies She say, "In bed he's a beast" I say, “Bitch I'm the best” She love my cock and when I cum on her chest Beatily deeds’ll really speedily feedin me eatin me up inside, tearin through my stomach like an alien Yup, alright Up, all night Come alive like Every time I rhyme is another dime swoonin The baddest baby bagged me, placed my hand up on her boobies when we spoonin Fusion we grooving, ground is movin, Flow is looney, tune in Hunnymoon is over fine-tuning very necessary Her hidden temple is so legendary Let’s have a toast to the douches and the spooky ghosts Don’t bury me. I ain’t endin face-down in the overcrowded cemetery Yeaaah Chyeah Rhino, white like a ghost Writer writing truths I don’t mean to provoke White Rhino, unh, white like a ghost Fire in the booth, I make smoke Yeaaah Chyeah Rhino, white like a ghost Writer writing truths, jokes and jokes White Rhino, unh, white like a ghost Fire in the booth, I make smoke Please don’t bury me, down in that cold cold ground I’d rather have them chop me up, and pass me all around Original I don’t bite, I don’t need nobody to ghostwrite Right Rugged? Hard ass thuggin Blumpkin Shoot my ashes from a cannon This isn’t with tradition or the canon But I’m plannin for the flow spreadin fanning like a camera’s panoramic spannin Goin harder than the adamantum Now then Shannon’s tryin for some banging add an Anna and an Amber Rose Enamored. No more hoes, bangadda bangadda slammin. Gross loose pussies. The lark I’m rammin gotta cram it in with my hammer. She tight. Upstream battle I’m a salmon feast or famine reexamined jamming damn! People clamorin down for my shows campin out in Alabama man I gotta keep on hustlin keep on scrambling like I’m Michael Vick. The kitchen’s open baby, get back on this Rhino dick. Yeaaah, Chyeah Rhino, white like a ghost Writer in the clutch, I ain’t one to choke White Rhino, unh, white like a ghost Fire in the booth, I make smoke Yeah
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Come Away 03:25
Chorus: Come, come away, come away, come away with me Way away with me Do she ever wanna run away and hideaway like every day And maybe save that baby from what is and what’ll never be So many enemies. You ain’t even dead to me. You’re alive, (I’m alive) Cuz I don’t got time for you Bustin out the moves girl I wanna vibe, I guess I’m feelin generous but enter us to center show it off and get so dirty put the sex on us and clean it up like enemas while men and women spend on us, send it up Oohs and aahs like hey ms. degenerates rhino’s never settled, churrgirl you get a medal still inhaling the elements, never sell it said there’s plenty settle down and quit your meddlin just ingest the medicine Offendin and upendin and depend on a gentleman And I tend to her and get it in wet always feelin generous This milk’s our milk. I’m rich, I’m generous. Bitch is on my dick like I’m Ellen Degeneres Chorus I just keep winning, just keep winning, just keep winning, winning, winning Oh that’s Dory, back on my Ellen Degeneres flow I guess I’m kinda jealous cuz I wanna do her show I like the way she dances with Zack Galifianakis VIP Swag downstairs in my white robe I grabbed your hand, said “take some chances” Saw you glancing yeah I’m handsome, so You’ll give in to my advances Man and woman, no questions asked It’s cuz of how we dancin, slow Our bodies have the answers Bridge: No slow motion Come in closer Kiss me harder Come in faster yeah-e-yeah Chorus
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released July 6, 2011

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Julian Rhine Brooklyn, New York

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day. Well, actually I make music and torture myself watching the Mets and Jets. Brooklyn born n raised.

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