Roma, 22 maggio 1988 A mighty wind invades the world, so strong and free on beating wing: it is from the Spirit of the Lord that all truth and freedom
, attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy, you won't catch me arguin' Brick City that's right Hood down, hands up Red 'Lord Of The Ring'
(John Farrar) If a ship of dreams bid me come, would I board it? If I had their gold in my hands, would I hoard it? If I knew the trials I must face
(Randy Travis/John Lindley) Cheap perfume and painted faces, Fallen angles fill the places Where I go when my troubles pull me down All the lies I
turnin' back now I'm about to score This is war on the track now Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now I'm bout to spit it And Lord I'ma get it
' back now I'm about to score, this is war on the track now Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now I'm 'bout to spit it, and Lord I'm a get it in
for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men, girl pay them little atten-tion A little did I mention, that Jennifer's in- Love with me John Mayer so sit
ain?t grindin? until you tired" So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide Looking to find a way through the day A life for the night Dear Lord, you?ve done
my back but the delicates of fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen Only yours dream, Sean John
You could hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring I say, You can John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can John
wall, I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols. You pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all, I thank the Lord
home, where they treat the Arabs, and the Spanish wrong, and the Blacks wrong, there he go with that song You may be tired, but I spit what I'm inspired, from the Lord
from the Bronx Productions Better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now, I'd get crowned The Nice is a teacher, not a prince or a rap lord
[Talib] Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah [Verse 1: Talib] We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the
Yeah, my Lord, yeah We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through, 'Epidodes
know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the
your guys Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die I'm stupid high, Lord super sized blessin the dome Huggin some long John Wayne