deserved a verse I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all. (Cee-lo vocals) I'm thinkin'
kindly explain that this won't happen often But I'm lost and I'm amazed, I'm be willing ingaige I'll rage that niggaz think that dirty don't need a cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
P 5 D Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the Fiddler Cage you up in the vocal
I E Franks It's a joint we completed niggas ballers boy Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling
the raid Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave When you live by the sword, you die by the sword I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin
see hills and mountains they sway The word's gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the vocal What's the
A song by a band called "Marxman" containing background vocals by Sinead. ------------------------------------------------- A thousand cultures stolen
strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays We in the cage, black man is bein slayed Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays We in the cage, black man
to start Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Simon Darlow - keyboards Ian Wherry - keyboards Al Hodge - guitar Lorna Wright - backing vocals Linda Taylor - backing vocals Toyah Willcox - backing vocals
war that we gettin slayed in Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions They fouls are more than flagrant And so I see the prisons cages
? Sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and Blowin' slow in a Montaro flexin' Beats break heavily word to INS bless me Blow me like three bags of cess For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged
crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage
-vocalist drama belonging in the theatre So raw I'm charging my reflection for rhyming in the mirror Your flows ancient, I'm past the prehistoric stages I flip vocal booths equipped with roll bars and cages
dreams to be gone Tending to the talent and many they haven't any Was especially a challenge When you be like God damnit Can he lift his vocal As he
triple O A space age hip-hop superhero I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle Space age rage to rattle your cage
Living in a cage Bit off his own leg in a rage In a rage.... (Repeat 1st verse) David Crosby, Lead Vocal Jeff Pevar: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar James Raymond: Vocals
-sent. Her eyes so blue, my hate relents. Her destiny is in my hands. She was born to rule these desert lands. [A sacrifice. ( Vocals Mike: ) I let her
