[Verse 1 - Nas] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Perverted monks style '99 style, know what I'm sayin'? Comin' at cha, this how we do Paraplegic, my fightin' stance, too strategic No shadows on my kicks
Perverted Monks style '99 Style, know what I'm sayin? Comin at cha, this how we do Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic No shadows on my kicks
little brother's body at the graveyard I'm tripping real hard Hop the fence with a shovel in my hand Walk silently, don't make a sound in the dead land Shadows
hear the sirens sound It's where the trouble always ends??on the stormy side of town Where it keeps rainin' all the time Now there's a young girl leanin
shadow seems to hold a hidden story And every heart, oh, is a refugee And the old ones hope and the lost ones scream The hustlers float and the young
could see Over there in the parlor room, making eyes hands roaming free Someone soon must know, the trouble I've seen Did you think about the young ones
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals, the Sorceress prayed To death, to rend the slender veil That ancient ones might rise again As shadows
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows
peace Hell within you You come down with blood on your face Hear, he's closer Prepare to accept your end Shadows surround you Shed a tear for the ones
one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or... Another sky is young... Another breed, another
hay fuck security 'cause we dont give a fuck At the bar drinking shots looking at them hoes strut Up and down side to side for a nigga like a foe Young
Words and music by stevie nicks. I remember him, he was very young No one spoke like him, he was someone And I carried on, like I couldn't stop All
resistance This is the way back home We are the lost and found We are the ones called jaded and young But we have direction Shadows have come and in
were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country way Of the uncles and the cousins and the card games they would play While the young ones
much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country way Of the uncles aunts and cousins, and the card games they would play While the young ones
car.) JONES Why, if it isn't Miss Desmond. How have you been, Miss Desmond? NORMA Fine, Jonesy. Open the gate. (JONES turns tohis young COLLEAGUE.) ]ONES