Yo, we're going to have the word love In many different languages Translated all through the track So, whenever you hear the word love Know that, it's
The first day of school was always the hardest The first day of school, the hallways the darkest Like a gauntlet The voices haunted Walking in with his
TONGUE TIED (Berry - Covay - Lewis) WANDA JACKSON (CAPITOL LP CUT, 1960) Oh, great good golly, he thrills me so When the apple of my eye whispers in
Hustlenomics, eh Joc, what up nigga? A nigga quick produced this shit? Hell yeah Shit crazy, homie My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat I got some
Take your fucking fork And shove it down your own throat And stop pretending to try to be That infamous stupid raincoat Well, I dare to confess 'Cause
O the throat of winter is upon us The barren barley fields refuse to sway Before the Husky hag of early darkness In her hoods of snowy grey. Winter
Youa??re speakin my language(my language) Youa??re speakin my language(my language) Speakin My language, my language, my language, my language, my language
C'etait le decor attendu D'un bar de la Tamise Avec son ennui repandu Comme une fumee grise Son frisson de journaux froisses Son tintement de verres
Back down and touch, the door is shut In the end you're just too close There's no one here, there's no one there I still can't tell if you'd better Try
I gotta take this moment just to push you down Spin you around with my foot on the back of your neck Up on the curb, with the pressure on your teeth Not
Con tristeza sin hablar En aquel atardecer Nos miramos sin llorar Cuando ya partia el tren No podia ser verdad Se moria nuestro amor Y yo sola en el
Paradise Is exactly like Where you are right now Only much much Better. I saw this guy on the train And he seemed to have gotten stuck In one of those
Whereas break beats have been the missing link Connecting the Diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas the quantized drum has allowed the whirling
As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck I thrust my cold steel into your face, you're closer to death A twelve inch blade will help decide
I run with the pack with every freedom I am God, selfishness embodied Strong enough to build this mountain A barrier, you're cowardly to call by it's
Oh, give us your vote Give us your vote If you know what's good for you Oh, give us your vote Give us your vote If you know what's good for you These
I can't believe it, Talking to people, That cowboys and indians, Are taking control It really was a wild one, But somebodys coming A lot of fast
Thank you for the time Like a razor kiss my wound Cut me to open I'm ready to use Bring the newer ending sense I need the comfort of a stranger Eighteen