Broke. Ain't got no money, dont know where to go. Just sittin' staring at the stereo. I think we better turn it UP,turn it UP ,turn it UP Loud. Cause
Yes Close To The Edge I. The Solid Time Of Change Anderson/Howe A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your
I get up, I get down Now that it's all over and done Now that you find, now that you hold My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained
LL, Teairra Mari You seem like a type That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin
Fire of the sun, flowers crumble into dust The seed shall scatter and die Light in her eyes, pours black in their lives We gather 'round the funeral pyre
{*audience clapping, beat starts*} We've been having these gatherings for over 12 years Uhh, my first one, was ah at Latin Quarters in 1987 with Afrika
[Kool Keith] I murder raps perhaps you come and get on serious to spit on, flow on, double tracks and go on Switch up the beat, practice tactics girls
Who?s gonna be my savior Now that I?ve learned to believe And who?s gonna be the answer To all of my questioning? Well, I hope I?m not lost But I think
To those of you seeking perfection Oh Lord, it?s not a long, long way to go All you need is bit of reflection Just might seem like changing direction
Pretty much been alone now, for almost five years I could always find a way, to hide these bitter tears And still I am waiting, and wishing somehow I
I've had money, and I've lost it Seen an ocean, nearly crossed it I have been to another world and I have returned And for every high joy a hard lesson
I won't walk away from you, not like this I have unfinished business We went away for a minute, I know Two years and a minute I suppose, here we go Back
[J.A.] Some girls are fair Some are jolly and fit Some have a well-bred air or a well-wholed wit Each one's a jewel with a singular shine a work of
Born only a month ago yet I'm (already) fully grown from head to toe. Lots of metal, lots of grease and put together piece by piece. To support a system
Crown him with many crowns, the Lamb upon his throne. Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own. Awake, my soul, and sing of him who
Let It Go You say to me Don?t know what you want Ever since you said you can?t Trying to find a way to believe I know that it is wrong But I can
Yeah, You don?t know what you want You?re such a big shot, big mouth And that?s all that you got, you got, you got, you got, you got Yeah, We aint
I wish I had a dollar for all the times somebody told me Everything's gonna be alright I wish I had a dollar for all the times somebody told me Everything