Chorus] [Chorus] ...Take a look into the book of fantasy and poetry and you will see... What you can feel is everything you need to heal your crying mind, the soul
look into the book of fantasy and poetry and you will see: What you can feel is everything you need to heal your crying mind, the soul behind and everything
off misery niggas So if you ain?t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls
101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul?
a crackhouse bored, Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid The courts ah bowl ah, crooks Cause bitches want the money on ya books Destroy
the Book of Love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so, Do you believe in rock 'n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And
go get us a couple hizzles You dizzles Yeah with Muggs What it is SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG! Keep it real gangster Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say? [B-Real] Bitch
huh) [B-Real] Here goes another example to begin it With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it When I look at me, I look and see How long it took for you to throw the book
hip hop 101 the hardest 9 to 5 you'll ever have. you cant learn this shit in no history book you ready to rap mutha fucker you ready to sell your soul
of things But them there's only silence when your eyes meet mine Sends a shiver to my soul runs deeper than time Reciting from your black book you were
: Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh
many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And mama kept the budget book, she kept the
the same ol' cage. I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like
yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget
fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain Witha million
error Flower power prophet of one Spelled dog in the mirror You hide behind stained glass windows In fear of real world outside Kneeling prostitute your souls
