your spirit and your mind, service to my kind... Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind They got us fighting for our spirit and mind Still fighting for our spirit and mind
bed like, what's that cell like? What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right? Do you even sleep right? Yo, tell me what your life like Tell me do you sleep
Chamillitary Entertainment and ya already know in this man A lil somethin' for the fans I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct
us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who cried wolf And threw the deadly hoof While the wolf was asleep I keep my mind
that's coming from Tiawana Is supporting my gambling, more marijuana As I expected, we bump confrontation Flex called and said that I should come to the station
over the sleepers And if life ushers her lucky winners Through fleshy gates to four star dinners And if sleep ushers his population To plug into the dream life radio station
the side street movin' single file She say... That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa
sleep at night you ask You say you're a pacifist, instead you wave your fist And all the while it becomes the end again Make up your mind 'cause I can
that I would go right out of my mind Until a friend told me the news He said, "Hey, you know that vacant lot Right beside the gas station? Well, somebody
a nickel Wacka wacka doodoo yeah Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true Because the very next day, a local radio station
88.5 Chicago. Yeah. I shoot the gift on the radio station 88.5 WHPK was the only station that would fuck with rap 88.5 Chicago. On the radio station.
sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep Never comin' cheap, forty creep And I hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep I steal money
like, what's that cell like? What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right? Do you even sleep right? Yo, tell me what your life like Tell me do you sleep
[B. Dickinson/ J. Crichton/ R. Baker] [Keith Olsen-sessions, 1993] A silent sleeping vampire, arisen from his grave As I am still quiet in the dark The
his momma on that TV crying When I hit the block I couldn't believe the seen I was scoppin' I ain't never seen that many guns just out in the open Hit the police station