the same I just lay my head down and drown in my spit Nobody even notices I'm here ''cause I ain't shit I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they'
he pretended he was riding down the river just like his uncle ray well he made it bout 3 miles down he heard the sound of his mom's voice sayin JIMMY
voice And fucking Lara Croft I built a lab, secret in my loft And built a special costume that would help me to jack off I sat there in front of the
blow your whistle (whistle sound) Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) [ghostface] Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Tune my voice out, tune my mic
are here now I know you probably up in heaven Smiling down You might be gone But never forgotten Flowers for the dead At times I still hear your voice
shot red And I felt a chill throughout my body That I'll never forget God Bless You (CHORUS) x2: Flowers for the dead At times I hear your voice
rock, and you don't stop To the pete rock, and you don't stop My nigga pete rock, and you don't stop [verse 3] I never felt like I should have to hold
voice Inside her head She was smoothin' the sheet With the palm of her hand When the thought struck home "I don't know who I am" And she sat cross-legged
, part Australian, full fun boy G. a??Lars Horris,a?? hey that's me! I scored 1430 on my SAT's. a??Lars Horris,a?? hey that's me! I'll rock the CoHo like 1-2-3
you don't stop To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop [Verse 3] I never felt like I should have to hold back anything
avenge me, eventually, I had to do this shit by myself son, i'm angry Changed me from a b-boy, rapping, graffiti To a nigga down for catching a body after my CD Voices
, I?m a havin? a ball!)? One mother hen sat on 3 little eggs, Keeping them warm in her little egg nest. Then one day she fell asleep And a little voice
what's it gonna take... what's it gonna take? SOMETHINGS GONNA BREAK! 3,000 dead the headlines read So shattered shocked I hung my head As I sat
break, And the water gonna come in, have no place to stay Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan, Well all last night I sat on the levee and
Don't walk with the devil By 7m3 Frequently down at the open-air bar, The regulars run a dirty jukebox And scowl at the weekenders swilled in their mock
[Announcer voice] He's young, he's handsome He's a poet, a prophet And many people believe he will be the champion of the world Welcome to my workplace
[Juelz Talking] Yeah juelz Santana (I can feel it in the air) I mean you know I wake up In the morning And I be hearing this voice like Yo jeulz man
