No equation to explain the division of the senses No sound to reflect the radiance of time In the beginningest dream Halls of disorder Where we
it's time to build, now we gone be pushin' '96 and Niggas still gotta kill. Tryin to keep it real... but is it really real? If you could fly Is it? Get
's nothing more to say but take your mark get set and go now hot blood, burning through my veins suck in her blood it's time to make a change not crazy
ya niggaz Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight Here me kick it I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it
the extra-tire hogwash I got caught in a motion of a sex-inspired god talk My long-lost lover left me to date a real artist Ain't it strange how the whole
[CHORUS:] They say that one little lie turns into another. Then you go and cheat By the time you know it, you all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed
fat plenty back, jimmys at it it all and if shes 5"5 brown then i gotta have it let me grab it (lemme grab it, lemme grab it, lemme grab it) [Chorus
trust you know we goin in right? the prince really, sold it out ... tattered on my hand, the d is in me you can pretend ... but any for good times i
it's on You say you never met a sister so strong You're wrong now how can we be free It takes you and it takes me To blend together in harmony And peace
came It is the moment you remember you're alive It is the air you breathe, the element, the fire It is that flower that you took the time to smell It
From the Wood soundtrack Yeah, oh yeah Alright, oh, oh, oh It's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmm Everytime you come around me I get weak,
86 it's time to build, now we gone be pushin' '96 and Niggas still gotta kill. Tryin to keep it real... but is it really real? If you could fly Is it?
