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Miller Peter

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles

tap where they throw that cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million

jam right here dedicated to all the little bad knuckleheads runnin' around gettin' in trouble just follow your dreams and you'll be aight Chorus: Peter

ever since I was a toddler Playing cops and robbers always was a robber In my neighbourhood all day like mr.rogers Now a lil taller hip hop monster Eight legged flow you can call me peter

't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. I've worked in the mills of pittsburgh

like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamaicans From Kingston who drink Irish moss Listenin' to Peter

Soon as these niggas whoop that ass, You talkin' dear mama... But face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like velveeta, Lookin smoked out, Hitin mo' pipes than peter

the neighbors? Will you hide behind that get up that you wear? Or will you take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade Like Peter did

Guitars: David Rhodes Bass: Tony Levin Brass: The Black Dyke Mills Band Brass Arrangement: Peter Gabriel, Ed Shearmur, Bob Ezrin Loop Manipulation: Richard Chappell Programming: Richard Chappell Piano, Mellotron: Peter