t come without hesitation So I'm somewhat surprised, that something like this should now arise...but listen... What do you say, it's a beautiful day,
Aiyyo, what up, El-P? Yo, what up, Del-phonic? Nuthin' man, I was on the bus the other day, man Tryin' to listen to my Walkman, this motherfucker all
Hey you Mrs., I don't know what the fuck your name is I'm drawn to you somethin's magnetic here If I could approach you or even get close to the scent
[del] aiyyo whattup el-p? [el] yo whattup del-phonic? [del] nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man Tryin to listen to my walkman This motherfucker
go down baby You're me destination And even if nowhere was where every road led me to I'd find you, I'd find you In the day or the night, in the black
like a trap and my Heart beats but life is indeed beautiful But the greed to be alive turns us blind from That unseen shinning bright light like a Magnet
and not just because we were sharing a bed and even though you needed me its something you'll regret i believe that we found something good that day
my sleeping head I'll be dead by morning anyway color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
liver scuba suit up on the sabbath. his personal pale rabbit, at the hole's end her delicate mitten tipped, for sticking pissy liquor in him every day
of similars couldn't excite the motor But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire Canopy draped beautiful
, graduate from better humanities. Why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you. Above every sound is you. More water... Love above morning beauty
how could I ever take you home You're beautiful, beautiful You've got a devastating point of view and everything you say is true You're beautiful, beautiful
, and away, in my beautiful, balloon Optical biofeedback, magnetic borders X-Ray you see skeletons fly North for the next day We give passes covered
Jack of all trades Master of all Beautiful is what you are But you got brains, baby-girl, you're smart Not just the fact, girl, we think like Not just
to love my leader Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!) CCWM a rain of the dead confetti The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries Captain of industry, partly magnet
can't leave it alone Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem Yeah, it's the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it Ah, such a beautiful
