Lyrics:
Fancy A Voice In The Dark

a dream Night must be our daily bread Or never what they seem A voice in the dark Knowing a better kind of love A voice like a spark Careless whisper

in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion This my daily devotion that verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a

up?it's the voice of the streets It doesn't take much?just a voice and a beat You can keep a crowd hyper Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a

go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck With one a' those fancy sidebands? Get four-on-the-floor and two on the door Get a power mike in yer jaw-hand

it a chance to sing But at least it was a chance to eat! Black Bottom Written by DeSylva, Brown & Henderson Performed by Judy Garland They call it black bottom A new swisher A

catastrophe Muddled hours are still lost A weird module at my neck Curious voice that talks to me Piercing eyes that hit my back A dream crawls through my sleep A

king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right

poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a

the limit's behind And your way leads to distance fancy and light. Follow the voice of your innermost dream But remember you'll never retreat. You see a