in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after
[Intro:] This is Lotus Dark fuckin Lotus This is Lotus Dark fuckin Lotus [Monoxide Child:] I need no introduction I'm from parts unknown With the power
to tell About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot They were putting me down
standin there lookin silly Yo Boom, give me a hand {Yo, where the fuck is Billy?} He went outside to the car y'all It's (?) and dark black, I'm dumpin
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay [
three, four by four Five by five, six by six, but my spirit is growing seven by seven Faster than the speed of light Cause light only penetrates the darkness
top, the top to the bottom Come on, Master Dee, get funky while we got 'em {Three minutes left} Me an' my partner, from the start We usually get together, after dark
old After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold and decides to try five, when he's bribed by five guys and peer pressure will win
="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> There are so many things that might have been done, But rooted on this spot in the desire to
sample savvy, I name your first clone Jerry Your second clone Harry, and your third clone after me The fourth clone could battle him after he battles
spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen All around dick sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly's Gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era Niggas tellin' me my spot
't tight nigga you'll end up in the pen Chorus (2X) [Krazy] What if these mothafuckin' project bricks could talk Would they tell what goes on nigga after dark
ain't Fourth of July Bitches that'll yap take a nap with the sharks Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark I'll crack your fucking dome, shut
s the problem? What's the problem?) ["thugs bustin slugs..", "shorty's down for his respect"] [Prince Poetry] Anyway after puttin in three or three-to-five
I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay [Chorus
standin there lookin silly Yo Boom, give me a hand (Yo, where the fuck is Billy?) He went outside to the car y'all It's (?) and dark black, I'm dumpin
head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five