Letras:
Brothers Let The Music Do The Talking

start spinnin' like a formula 2 I got one for the money Two for the show Three for my honey And four to let you know that I... Let the music do the talking

of their lives In the valley of the kings Oh mother do you hear me, did you talk to father moon I don't want to leave my brothers in this temple of their

their lives In the valley of the kings Oh mother do you hear me, did you talk to father moon I don't want to leave my brothers in this temple of their

Men) [Talking: Diddy] I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk I believed I could do anything You made the world dance You made the music come to

ll get you that P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back ??? Industry niggaz I'll admit to that But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that

In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage It's an affair that every state can relate to And if you do what I do, then go on and follow

by night And the Almighty Lord He never let me leave His sight But upon on top of that I still will do my peope right So I promise I go use my music

gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna

about the title. I notice there is a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyrics. Fevers, mirrors... scales, clocks... Could you discuss some of this?" "Sure, let's see... The fever is..." "First, let