old rhymes It's hard catchin' these old rhymes Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers Studio Gat-Clappers, Slash Jackers Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers
you argue with the way that I talk And all you ladies want my autograph And have you seen my photo, have you seen my photographs....yeah I hit the city when the sun
Seven times in seven days I've sat and wished my life away I know the greyness comes and goes But the sun don't shine and the snow don't snow There's
those chariots, racing your run, autographing flooded slums. those chariots, they never sleep, chased you down a lilac's lung. rat rider! rat rider
pat, when it's time for a hype track I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like that I don't front when it's time for a autograph A grammy award for rap
tonight, I'm bringing everything I know that's real Stars, they come and go, they come fast they come slow They go like the last light of the sun, all
(Kirsty MacColl) Seven times in seven days I've sat and wished my life away I know the greyness comes and goes But the sun don't shine And the snow don
Yeah, check it out Pretty girls are all around, I'm looking up and down Tonight we'll find her, find you in the sun Someone to fill the frame, you've
Who's the hippy now? I cut it off to make you proud, abuse my limbs until the sun goes down I don't want to be alone again. Got Jesus' Autograph,
(your neck) To your back (your back) Ooo baby just like that [Verse 2:] When you get into this bed Girl you so creative And no other girl out there Put it work from the sun
twenty six and a half years old That's when I swore that someday Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place Where the sun
'm bringing Everything I know that's real [Chorus:] Stars they come and go They come fast They come slow They go like the last light of the sun All in
If you were raised in New York by now you know That walking down the street is like going to a car show Diamond in the back,sun roof top Chillin' in
I'll be gone forever I made these bars so you could all remember The rhymes in my mind when I autograph sign I can't wait to sign an autograph for the
At first I told myself I need my head inspected I know to settle things Seeing t-shirt and sun glasses Then it got weirder see She cut her hair like me
rhymes It's hard catchin' these old rhymes [Kalage] Shit we comin' after the whack rappers Studio gat-clappers slash jackers Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers
nowhere From now on you are free After rising from the ashes You'll become a mystery Too many of those strange injections, Too many gazes at the sun The
your autograph it's not for what you are It's for only what you're not This is not a place, it's a feeling now Burning up in the sun in the fields Next