between city blocks and cops Look around, it's in your town Look around, it's in your town Look around, it's in your town Look around, it's in your
, in peace may you rest, I'm gonna rep it proud, rep it loud just roll lows trying to hold it down theres no hesitation in these movements just cross
it shine, shine, shine All around the world (sing it to the world, sing, sing) It's from me it's for you It's from you, it's for me It's a worldwide
call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down
her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins
he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross
landing, NORMA scrambles to her feet. The revolver is no longer in evidence. SHE crosses the landing and starts off down the stairs; a flutter of movement
my rhymes Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title, it would be suicidal From my end, it
we changin lanes, while we just Chorus 3X Ridin wit my top down listenin to this Jesus music Rid-ridin wit my top down down top top down ridin wit my top down
in the break of day And make sure that your body slowly starts to decay... It's gruesome, I had to add my two cents The next movement in rap guess who
of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played
t answer it That's it no asterisks No thirst to find the circumstances It was planted in me deep It was nurtured and it grew Gave it sleep and nutrition It
get it poppin' like that Throw it down like Stackhouse, cockin' it back So ladies? Is you wit me now? Don't fake down Everybody brace yaselves, it's a
Like a handgun It's goin' down now Grab your girl hops No excuses when the bodies begin to drop Look in my face fool It look like I'm play'n Don't become
You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through
us as his vessles mayne cats who wanna walk it and talk it teach it and preach it they love it they live it they'll go it wherever they leaded chorus
But haters so antiquated, I anticipated, Accepted it internally, at night interpolated, He chopped it up and laid it in a session and then he played it. I wrote, recorded to it
at my pace If I can do it, you can do it if you can do it they can do it If we can do it, what we doing, let?s start moving