will be here all of the reasons were lost in the wave i scrabble around for reassurance dragging my grapnel athwart the sea scanning my book of hours
the street where I grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few long summers Out on his old porch swing Said
-liks The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters me, I'm the point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing
Would you like to swing on a star? Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a mule? A mule is an animal with
the show, all across the globe Lotta carats in my earlobe, chillin' 20 million Wanna jam with my ghetto's blackstreet heros Do they thing, whatcha got? New jack swing
takes more than marble and tile Livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashioned story book
rats that want chips For the stick-up kids creepin' with they pump's ripped For lil' shorty with his rhyme books Black girls going to school, carryin' like 9 books
trees keep the tempo and they swing in time Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus If I were to pluck on your heart strings Would you strum on mine? The book
fruit And they swing from the trees With their vision in flames Ropes of leather ropes of gold Men knew it was wrong but they looked away Messengers swinging
First scene, producers pointin' like action As the chain swings, Lettin' shine no Sheen Just my dream, Turn reality Well done they say to me, How flatterin
Since you don't wanna do dat It will be the same case When you proceed to Change Faces And you know how you do, boo I gotten used to Your mood swings
get away, I think I had a bad day Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book I'm here so you can
Johnny Hobson was a good man He used to loan me books and mic stands He even got me a subscription To the Socialist Review Listening to records in his
mechine and spin dem, anybody get rude al clench ma fist and chin dem, Forget a mash, Forget a clash, their trash al bin dem i dont wanna lyrical swing i will physicly swing
don't understand, there's nothing I can do There ain't no way I can satisfy you End of the night I lean in for a kiss Here comes the pitch, a swing and
are sharper than a dagger Agony, yeah I'm braggin nobody's baggin me To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me I make the hits radios won't swing
king of the rhyme I got on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions
