noteless blues Tomorrow it has to be different It's obvious but so sudden... Head's getting heavy It's good news Heart beats the rhythm Of my noteless blues
one book philosophy Found us out, found us deep Found us in tomorrow Well, my book is a shallow stream And my book is a cloudy island My one book philosophy
Translation: Bell Book And Candle. Rhapsody In Blue.
It's your time Lead them both back to one The sun has come May your light lead them both back to one Indivisible sum Here's the book now the saga's begun
course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right Fuckin' blue light, read
Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books
down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It's gotta be hype got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody
it on some loose leaf Nothin' soft, always the tough meat The white paper and blue lines excite my mind Not allown' me to stop the rhyme Until the whole motherfuckin' book
the P.D. Try your TV Try your quest for wealth Anybody but yourself But once the bullets start flyin People start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books
' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferrari's, E's black, mine's blue Can't
for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags Toe-tags
the club I may decide to ride through She got proof well I got alibi's too Couple million dollar worth of bags and full of shoes 7 carrot solitaire, Caribbean water blue
me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue tap, got you
I need a woman 'bout twice my age A lady of nobility, gentility and rage Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw We'll go right through the book and
dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Did you write the book
've got to re-route my dreams Yeah, too democratic, republic fuck it We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket Blue-collar scholars,
clouds were shuffling the sunshine. But if I ever get back to the twentieth century, Guess I'll have to pay off some debts. Open the book of my vanishing
White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea That type of shit make me stop and think We in chronic need of a second look of the law books
