on the altar of love Flower man Singing lets all Give peace a chance Flower man Keep you head Buried in the sand Flower man You?re my enemy?s Best friend
of love, of love Flower man, singing let's all give peace a chance Flower man keep your head buried in the sand Flower man, you?re my enemy?s best friend
sacrificing on the altar of love Flower man Singing lets all Give peace a chance Flower man Keep you head Buried in the sand Flower man You?re my enemy
decay naturally think clearly ultimately though your grace will give way to traffic jams submachine guns in hand city red-necks who think like the omega man feelin' the extremes
raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that
young C.E's need to sell some O's And tell your ho's to get out my grill cause I got cash flow More mo's extremes be these ho's dreams Twenty-inch rims
: nengo flow Galante y killatonez por ley Farruko el talento del bloke senorita ven aca solo peguese enseneme todo lo que tiene solo entrense quiero
I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
as long as the air is free to soar. So smell the flower of hope and indulge in its sweet pollen. Examine your body for it is a product of extreme beauty
: [Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin
: [Verse 1] Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow I
the who fuck wants to provoke the extreme? Competition gets crushed to smithereens [Verse 1-Sinful] I step to intervene to see who provokes the extreme
tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a
but I'm sittin on two hundred thou' I can't front cause I'm diggin lil' momma's style London bag by Thomas Wylde, Vuitton shoe by Extreme Hole Fall edition
