ment to be... We can't change the things, That we done, that's in our past. But fighting won't get us anywhere, So if you want, then here's my hand... Every night there is
drought scene ... I'm about cream I'm about cream, what about clean? Pulling out things couple thousands out change Chewing pouch me, my dirty south queen Give'em all cream ... about steam Powder knocking our
and mine Bink Chipperwink (Applause) Hello everybody I'm Bink Chipperwink And this is Phat or Wack! The rules are simple Each one of our teams will play
was supposed to be our girl You was supposed to have the bridal and the baby shower girl Young Carter, Young Keysh Yea this our world The new queen, now make Mary
fast to kill Kingdom come on the wild side Our Father, He's in Heaven Be Thy name on the wild side Holy Mary, Mother may I Pray for us on the wild side
say? And Hell was so cold All the vases are so broken And the roses tear our hands all open Mother Mary miscarry But we pray just like insects The world is
Boom, boom, boom, Santana?s in the room Boom, boom, boom, Mary J?s in the room Boom, boom, ba-boom, boom Big Boi, Beat Bullies, let?s ride I got a man
It reminds me that there is but one King of Heaven God Almighty The Queen reminds me of the Blessed Virgin Mary Queen of Heaven and the Jack or Knave is
Virgin Mary through a early menopause The savior is a metaphor for how we set it off Guerrilla war against the rezoning predators When they were saying it is
Mary There are no words for me inside your dictionary S L A P, is that how you spell kiss in your dictionary? C O L D, pronounced as care S H I T, is
the places that nobody has ever touched before Let me just love you right let me show you what i feel Your my one and only lady and thats why our love is
you're gonna be a queen When the stars water heaven with tears And you're gonna love me When all our golden lands are free Lady Mary is making kisses
Swinging through the trees in our mother's clothes We could be a beauty queen (There she is) Or Mary Magdalene Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's clothes
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
the ghetto is saved 'Til they start deportin people off the property Ethnically cleansin the hood, economically They wanna kill the real Harlem Renaissance Tryin to put the Virgin Mary
hood is to blame Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York I'm from Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I walk LB Fam, JnJ and Queens
Mary smiled They heard the angels sing So every soul on Christmas night Yearns for healing grace With gifts of myrrh and frankincense They bless sweet Jesus' face Come rejoice, queen
