Letras:
A Man Called Adam

rose Or the running brook Where the sweet magnolia grows I won't tell of my love To every little star Or the whippoorwill On the hill above I'll tell the man

lane but you wanna be a star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your, lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star [Krayzie Bone] I know the grind,

Commemorating sickle moons The pack are poised to reap A scythe of white roses in bloom Whose twisted thorns will keep A crown upon a dead man Daylights

get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spazmatic strapped to a

you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin

If he can't grasp a hold tell me how can he try to snatch me I ain't talking about the white man, the black man or a Jew man 'Cause the devil can exist

leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah oowah is my disco call

rastafarian.. The man called Gurie yea right A boy called Cookypuss Bum bum ma mily bum Bummaly mamamily mily bum Dima! Here come now Here come now My man now, Adam

to by a Sabrett When I seen this girl I could never forget Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a