If Hov's a Blackberry Bold, shorty is a Sidekick She used to have a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got
(Tim Rice/John Farrar) How can I bear this? Show me How can I survive Trapped in the madness With no hope of release? Oh Do I just wait for Your demons
When in love with a blind man You watch what you say And you watch yourself burn With dreams of escapin' Make love to the man that shapes your behavior
on walking Hail a dead man's march Straight through the heart Now for a start or you're dead I said, "You're dead" Hail a dead man's march Straight
There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds Stitched all together by a murmur of words That hang like a moon in the thread of the air And speak
D................................. I'm a-gonna dance with my princess D......g..........c.......d... By the light of a magical moon D.................................
Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll, his eyes consuming the silent midnight woods. He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
G.............................................. Sailors of the highway, come to me in my dreams C..............b........bb...............g..... Sailors
Handsome as life He's our lord and we trust in him To move like the wind As our friend and guardian. The elements and oceans congregate on his brow
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I guess it's luck but it's the same Hard luck you've been trying to tame Maybe it's love but it's like you said "Love is like a role that we play" But
Signs from the past, watching eyes From an intime age The door to the unknown is opened For a long time There's only a step Where the knowledge of thousand
tried to cross, Every gun you ever held went off Oh and I?m just waiting 'til the firing stopped Oh and I?m just waiting ?til the shine wears off [Jay-Z
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Show me the meaning of the word Show me the meaning of the word 'Cause I've heard so much about it They say you can't live without it Welcome to the
(Chorus)I'ma put you in the mind frame of a dope dealer i'ma tell you how they way different from the average nigga i'ma put you in the mind frame of
I was like dag if I hear somebody brag One more time in they rhyme all about they tight swag I'm a write back and tell them what they might lack I ain
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
