: Lonely, my life used to be lonely Lonely as the single lonely number one Lonely like a lonely sun With not even one iota to shine upon Crying,
her natural habitat Well...it seem like she deaf or she blind Want come step inna mi life when time she deh far behind Want mi play her rhythm till di
immortal man one in the hand you will know exactly then what you have you found the cure and Morse codes for rapture get with your rhythm get with your nature
just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking
tout s'apprend The autumn Sun, indulgent The naked skins offer themselves to warm winds Out there, the tempos appear Beating to the slow rhythm of
songs and Icons of peace it is a sign of crisis is one Of a spiritual nature that a spiritual nature We have forgotten our spiritual nature 'Cause we
of blazing gold, lifted from the horizon's edge Another radiant dawn sends new hope, avowed my hearty pledge My yearning to be part of nature's truthful
down as I clock ya, hah When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter Natural rhythm rock
most of all... sex is something we should do sex is something for me and you sex is natural-sex is good nor everybody does it but everybody should sex is natural
The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on The essence the basics Without it you make it Allow me to make this Child, like in nature Rhythm
: Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static With toys in my attic, styles automatic I love'em Asiatic, Japanese and Puerto Rican Every time
: A rhythm stirs within the earth That tells all nature of a birth A return to light, return to life And lead us from this darkest night God of the Sun
: Ah ah ah adventure Very near and then you vanish Rescue from invasion Narrowly avoided Have to live with nature Hear a voice from a novel Love persuasion
, a momma's smile Capo, my nigga what Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and
shot So I will take aim Don't even ask me If I know your name Don't look so shocked Do not be confused I just wanna shoot your soul Full of rhythm and
