Texty:
Dead Moon The Dead Line

us begin" You got to fill out a form first And then you wait in the line You got to fill out a form first And then you wait in the line Okay, a new

They were hiding behind hay bales They were planting in the full moon They had given all they had For something new But the light of day was on them

Qu'ran's mute If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons While shadows lengthen

And at best, I can trace with my finger all the way To that town where she went an attempt to forget The cracks and the lines of my face So Jetsabel

sun rain moon and stars Intergalatical metaphors from Mars! Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs Bite another line from Redman's song! Suddenly the stub from a dead

don't really know him, why is you lyin'? Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines

I am gone My inner visions, mysticism call me Mr. Wisdom They wanna turn the globe into a prison And being sick is better than being dead 'Cause when

you?ll find yourself under their influence You don?t wanna push me past the edge You don?t wanna cross the line till last you dead Ain't nothing new

) Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) Yo, we been bagging since eighteen, kid, polo rugs on with gloves on Rented cars, fronting on winning broads Gum slow, half moon