Lyrics containing the term: Jim Thorpe Sports Day (2024)

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the sport when I was high as kneesThen I learned of Jim Thorpe and I knew I could beastBlow up and get the paper like them Shakopee'sGo up to snag the ball

Now, Jim Thorpe of courseHe was a good athlete, allAround athlete, everythingBut you take the OlympicFellows of today, you knowThat they

the predecessorTo the NFL where his role was presidentialLegitimized and brought life to the new sportProfessionalized on the back of goat Jim ThorpeThe Spanish

toNatives relating to sports and who hold it with a reverenceWhile baby Jim was nursing from his mother Charlotte's breastAmerican Horse was with Buffalo

"That a boy rock.' I said, 'you're doing fine but,' I said, 'look at the peopleCome up here to see old Jim run. How about letting old Jim run?' And he

the courtIf rap is a sport, then I'm like Jim ThorpeOr - Jack LaLanne, The Great DuaneRelinquish my passport beforeBoarding a planeI've thought, how much

One, twoOne, two, three, goThe great Jim Thorpe was Indian prideThe athlete of the century was cast asideThey took his medals right out of his

like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI'm too impulsive,

like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI'm too impulsive,

out these tiny teatsRhymes to me are something like a sport isMarshawn lynch in a pinch, mostly I'm Jim Thorpe'nIt's the villain on the mountaintop

The greatest athlete in every way?If you had to pick, who would you say?”“Son, I guess, I'd pick Jim, Since a boy, I've heard of him-Olympic gold, Thorpe

showBarbecue motorcycleWeed and gun smokeBy the melpomeneLooking like a seminoleOn laharpe had injuns'Running like jim thorpeWear the suitLike

and Jim ThorpeMy fam got some Czech in 'em, not sure whether from the south or the northI'm my aunt's nephewMy parents snatched me with that brown paper

was outside in the sunshineMy skin warmPlotting all my plans with my slimesYou been warnedWhy you running manYeah he turned into Jim ThorpeHomies

in the sunshineMy skin warmPlotting all my plans with my slimesYou been warnedWhy you running manYeah he turned into Jim ThorpeHomies who can

[verse 1]Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was itTo find out in the long run she ain't even sh*tDress her up nice, sport her all over

AightScary scaryIt's the night that's scary (Scary)That time when you wear them Costumes wid the mask onBut I ain't Jim Carrey (Woo)It's a trick

My name James but you can call me JimOr if it suit me why not call me friendBecause I can tell y'all are honest folkBeing that I come from a long

my mirror; I look up see stars, God damn itFeed me a planet! Venus or Mars?Stackin’ up my paper like sports cardsMy drive like sports cars, I drink

Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a runwayLittle Bobby never second guess that he goin' make it one dayOne way, or another my brother word to your mother

ownHis and hers rollie a pretty face and she know how to check my inventoryI'm in a race I been zaggin through traffic918 blasting in Jim fashionTen

on the Hennessy until a nigg* fallin[Jim Jones]Jones... now I'ma push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the bossAnd we was up early cause grindin was a sport

right up and cupped his hands across my eyes I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie? Is it Bob or Joe or Walter? Could it be Bill or Jim

went bezerk, it's like clockwork Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse French