my world Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with I just want your extra time And your kiss Think I better dance now Kiss, kiss Kiss, kiss Kiss
Translation: The Art Of Noise. Kiss.
It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet Like Bigge, I'm 'Ready to die', but it ain't my fucking time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I
a piece of my voice? Or that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is
Changing colors Kissing a circle Wearing an art Showing hypocrisy to somebody else Stepping the accelerator Without using the brakes Busy making the noise
like Christopher C. MNP and Lars H., pioneers adrift at sea. And so we went ashore, knowing not what was in store, 'till there came a crazy noise
The grating noise of horned owl emphasises the dark My only beacon in oblivion Now when I'm one with this mystic web Wherein dimensions bled to one The
B E A S T I E B O Y S with the most finesse Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass (What?) You heard my
dark the noise, the beauty The love you bring me stabs these knives right into art Art is not the world Art is in our hearts Stab art to death
m going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright Gonna let it all hang out Wanna make some noise---really raise my voice Yeah, I wanna scream and shout No inhibitions
said: 'O pitiable foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou art
outta high 20 years with 30 somethinish peers what a trip never drank beer with the boyz but the love we shared was for the art of noise make
piece of my voice? Oh that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening
-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass (what?) You heard my word
out, 'cause they disagree on a gangland boundary. Yes, they disagree on a gangland boundary. There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise
