Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 12:15:34 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative

Title:  Paul Revere TLG Style (Of Course)
Author:  Trelawney
Classification:  Is Rap Songfic?
Rating:  PG13
Disclaimer:  How could I own something as exquisite as TLG?  Thanks
Adam, Adam, and Mike D for letting me shreds your lyrics.  I promise
I'll return Paul Revere to it's pristine condition.
Summary:  N/A
Archive:  This is so sweet I don't care who takes it.
Authors Notes:  Remember Beastie Boys License To Ill?  I'm on a Beastie
kick right now, but I thought this might be funny.  Maybe it's not, who
knows?
Feedback:  Welcome at frohicke@texas.net

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PAUL REVERE TLG Style Of Course

(Langly)

Now here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well.
It started way back in history
With Byers, Frohike, and me - Langly.

(Byers)

Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a black laptop
Riding across the land-kicking up sand
The cancerman is on my tail cause I'm in demand

One lonely Gunman I be
All by myself without nobody

The sun is beating down on my best grey suit
The air is getting hot-the laptop is getting heavy
Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy
His name is Frohike, I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi"

He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying to connect
The laptop was in my hand - and he had a wireless modem
His voice was hoarse, his throat was parched - he asked me for Net
access
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, "You can't get none!"
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said,

(Frohike)
"Now my name is Frohike - I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill
Now what's do we have here - an outlaw and his 'puter
I run this land, you understand - I make my self clear."

(Byers)

We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

(Frohike)

"Now I got the gun - you got the net
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me"

(Byers)

I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The cancerman's after me for what I did to his computer
I hacked it like this - I hacked it like that
I did it with a stealth modem and a swift hack
So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun
And right about now - it's time to have some fun
John F. Byers - that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they have Net acclaim

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The Net was bumpin' and the modems was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
Frohike said, "Yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't" - but I know he did
The kid said,

(Langly)

"Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name is Ringo Langly and I'm about to get money."
Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick em up!" - and let two fly

(Byers)

Hand's went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door

(Langly)

"I'm Langly and I get respect.  Your laptop and cellulars is what I
expect."

(Byers)

Frohike was with it and he's my back
So I grabbed the Net clerk and knocked him on his ass
The clerk is out - the Net access has stopped
His boy had beef - and he got dropped
Langly grabbed the laptops - Frohike snatched the cells
I grabbed Windows2000 and a box of disks.

END

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