though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
you the raw With gigantic flow that my people come to love [T3] Azurite, get down with it Can't fathom these brothers fantastic Uh, I heard cry when I
it's the view from masada The saga, priest the author The godfather, the scholar I write drama, decomposer, best noah They watch us, build for hours Behold the, behold
says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish
deny the words I'm flipping make you reach for the sky You hear the caters that I'm kicking while I'm walking the street I write rhymes just so I can
grave thought Biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em, 'cause niggaz don't want the friction Told you before how I
nigga? Hold your composure I'll be back in another twenty-four When I get sober Lo and behold A nigga flowin' so cold I grab the microphone And
, isn't it?I had it since birth And it feels so incredible when I'm puttin in work It's like I'm headed for heights, I'm ready to fight They said it
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day; To save us all from Satan's power When we were
when you fall in a death trap You can?t come back, back No matter what you do when you fall You can?t come back, back No matter what you do when you
of the birds Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind It's a fucked up vehicle, switchin' my lines Hotel asks a nigga, "Could I share
Yo father where you wanna start How I love ladies Or how I'm slug crazy Or how I'm a thug maybe From a drug baby I mean more than just a slight high
kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I
of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I
he "I've just returned from the salt, salt sea All for the love of thee" I could have married the king's daughter dear She would have married me But I
necessary, just let the beat carry You into somethin funkadelic That might best describe The musical vibe you feel when I arrive From the moment I walk through the door I
anchor that holds me down When my ship is sinking You won't let me drown and I'm grateful Behold a lady I see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap you