on way And looking back seems like yesterday My world was so bright with the light of your love shinin through [chorus] (Was it) Was it the night Was it
bride And with his own hands built her a great house down by the riverside Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right He worked hard
1873 HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS / PARIS COMMUNE BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER AND HE WAS LAID TO REST / DIED IN MARSEILLE
it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love arid war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking
see in Mina My disease But it was She who has infected me For all eternity... As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I
from the Keep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed
love with you In the valley I found a hidden river, and I drowned myself there. And I remember that it was hot but I felt cold. I was going to die.
gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya?) (With your badself) [King Tee] It
we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem (Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? (Whattup Snoop?) The Great White
just what it is And the airforce won't let on It might be hole down in the ocean Yeah or a fog that won't let go It might be some crazy people talking
show not a steak No kinda gift I didn't get shit Some say I was bad but that wasn't it It's all because, Santas a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch
light Their dogs and their gods are all blind Sing as white pours from dark veins Bless all the earth that it paints . . (Chorus:) The sea that we saw was
frontin, smokin somethin Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic, six TV's a system Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard
