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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Best Surface: A Nice Time for Loving (Surface) · Nice Nice Very Nice (Dan Mangan) · Nice Nice Very Nice (Dan Mangan) · Nice Nice Very Nice (Dan Mangan) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
(Keith, Skeoch, Hannon, Luccketta)

She comes on softly as she moves across the room before me
I can't resist, I'm hypnotized, I'm surrounded by her
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
your title is seven 
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven 
By the twelfth well I'll go for self 
Rockin' New York like no one else 
You can
go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live,
go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live,
that they feeling our s***
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it for sure
Time goes by, in your
they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect
changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
(Still taking my time to perfect
London Heathrow, me and my people
They think that illegal's a synonym for negro
Far away places, customs agents flagrant
They think the dark face is
nigga for last five years

Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?
Do you do the same shit when the defendent face is white?
If white boys
It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin' on ten times two
Shorty when I'm through
I'm a know if you nice
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion.
Hate rap, told me where she get caked at.
Shes a part time danca, part time romanca.
Tries to be a mother
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when
changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live, can you tell me where the spot is)
Come on and take me to that place
Where there ain't
Man f*** am I hungover and god damn I got a head ache
S*** half a Vicodin why can't I?
"All systems ready for take off please stand by"

Sometimes I
by the hour.
They're lovers of death the fucking creeps,
Screwing our earth, as our earth weeps.
Iron ladies and steel men
Waiting for their
mats
Come on Jack, we don't have time
For your bullshit or playin
A'salaam a something' or another
"Wait isn't Juanita your mother?
I told you I know
the place.
Too Short, baby, all in your face.
I rap so hard, ­you can't stop me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing
But next time, I want
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew 
Right up to your face and dis you 
Everyone saw me on the last album cover 
Holding a pistol 
Something far
hooked one time
So I gotta OD

All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be