Is your love really love? Is my love really love? I think our love isn?t love Unless it?s love to the end Is your god really God? Is my god really God
Is your love really Love? Is my love really Love? I think our love isn't Love, Unless it's Love to the end. Is your god really God? Is my god really
your wrists Wake up arms Delicate feet For as one to march the streets Each alone, each part of another Your steps shall ring Shall raise the cloud And
: Deep under the darkened cities Beneath the overcrowded metropolis All over the living sphere In labyrinths of olden tunnels Carved by forgotten forces
be with keep this a secret right by the nuts a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] But as long as
nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) But as long as
above 'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love Look deeply in each other's eyes, you know we are the ones Racism is a cloud
, 'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love. Look deeply in each other's eyes: you know we are the ones Racism is a cloud that
, Welcome, to the cyber age, the air's burning like a microwave, The holy lands sees miles away, I pour out some alisae, beneath the skies, 'cause the clouds
demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told That there's a lot of living souls such as
it with the soda I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips as they explode up Leave you pussy niggas wet as
m burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognize the Red Bottoms I wear? Burner
s got me on a flight higher than a kite And my eyes real low so I have no sight I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky Way past cloud
be on cloud nine... I, I, I, I, I, I'm ridin' high Temptations: On cloud nine Dennis: You're as free as a burning flame Temptations: Cloud nine Melvin
Night time, bridges breathe Ebb and flow, cars blink like a metronome As they head for home City glows up into the sky Winter ribbon clouds melt down
cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the
water a side effect of their faces and lungs burn a sudden harsh smell 2 weeks after still coughing and choking livid skin blisters burn often posters
