: 1841 did we go marching to the drum Into Afghanistan, the British army dealt a lesson bad. 16,000 troops and hangers on, reduced to simply 1, Who made
heads off from the seams Niggaz didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean [he heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like drum machines Or 808's cause my
m gone in the wind My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin I guess I'm hell-bound destined to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin It burn but
days of vanglorious The tri-dimensional houses of energy released the original powers to the translators of the interplanetary funk code Funkin religion, funkin lesson
to the portals til the book folds I'm goin Blackwards to the East, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum I'm sittin on my temple
but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat Creepin' up my
a lot of this nonsense. It's about relating back to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse
of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8) Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages As a zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages There
an old tin drum I can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come So I'm leaving Maybe it was to learn how to fight Maybe it was for the lesson in pride
of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit Feelin the love and the beauty is real The beautiful field, remember thou shalt not kill Whenever you need me it's never exceedin the beautiful lessons
Dogs and bananas were too big Cucumbers and sausages They just would not fit She tried 'em all The football team all tried to give her lessons She
Baby's gone He walked out on you Seven years have come and gone All that time for you And now both our hearts must beat the drum To a different tune
ready to work it out? 'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to work it out So let the rhythm run, the rhythm run Now let the drums run, the drums run So let the
many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' but it's on bass and drums
'm the one you roll with when your ride is smart The change that came, the change that comes I change with chords and I kick it with drums Get blow with
'78 I wake up handcuffed but I?m doing it my way Stop, listen, what's that sound? That's the sound of a revolution, the underground That's the sound of my heartbeat, war drums
' of L.O.V.E Baby blue, B A B Y B L U E Have you spellin' you my name in yo sleep I beat that drum like the energizer bunny Keep goin' and goin', goin
