you wish you were apart of us Go back to when you were just another face in the crowd No matter what, you'll always be dead to me I hear the dead
when you wish you were apart of us Go back to when you were just another face in the crowd No matter what, you'll always be dead to me I hear the dead
Now the Kings Of Kings a call Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me To see the sufferation sicken me Them suit no fit me, to win election
stardom Now di King of Kings a call Ol? man to pickney So wave unnu hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me To win election
? [Chorus: Eightball] Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X* Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw (What
come to end. How love's blindfold wears so thin... The World's too strange when seen without! The arrow's head plunged so far in My body taught me just
and tell me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see
me what it is you see in me Would ya look into my eyes Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could ya tell me what you see [Krayzie
they make me pure. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you.
And you will be able to see my revolution on television You'll get an aneurysm fuckin around with my head on collision With the power to get you dead and half the dead
Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In the dead of night For
the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street
tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure death
rum Follow me follow me follow me follow me Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne Me come for
now it?s my turn kid watch me churn There?s only so many spots they?re had to earn Pack it up pack it in Let me begin Too many men are judged by the
a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me
: Black is Gold is pure And true kings of this Earth. 1. So I say it?s up to us to straighten out this mess... We got to go through Hell... And then
winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that no one can write. Oh, where are you tonight? The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
