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And suddenly the sun was shining

[Chorus]

In a city by the sun
Maybe when you saw me then
You thought I had the world at my feet
Maybe when you looked
to give my brothers props
...FUCK YOU

Yo Prod hit the muthafuckin hood and get a clown on G
A nine a clip the Uzi for the punks that want to beef
down for
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Clowns are neato clowns are fun - Clowns are loved by everyone - Cops n' commies even fags - Everybody loves a gag - Clowns everywhere are freakin'
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
called, Edutainer 
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables 
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label 

[KRS-One] 
Biddi-by-by, by
I seen an old fighter, tired and in trouble
Who just couldn't take anymore
Somethin' inside him kept fighting to finish
With only his feet
could kill
I'd be long gone
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust by now
Six feet under, a tombstone on a hill
Lying there alone in my new wooden home
If
am a t.i.
Making bandsmen go clockwork,
See the slinky seal cirkus policeman;
Bareback ladies have fish."
Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning
the clown, "I am a T.I.
 Making bandsmen go clockwork
 See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman
 Bareback ladies have fish"
 Strongmen by his feet
On the very last day

A unicorn headed the mystical way
Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play
Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright
yeah 
When you boil it down 
We descend from clowns to dogs

By Gumo //Montevideo-Uruguay\\
a T.V.
Making bandsmen go clockwork,
See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman,
Bareback ladies have fish."
Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman,
Let me down easy
Though your love for me is gone
Let me down easy
Since you feel that staying is wrong?

We are broken by others
But we mend
So you dropped me
Held me by my feet and let me go
I fell between the seat, but nothing broke
I've yet to feel that brilliant afterglow
The one I
Kick your feet

Ride the range of a London street
Travel to a local plane
Turn around and come back again.

And at the chime of the city clock
Put
Kick your feet
Ride the range of a London street
Travel to a local plane
Turn around and come back again

And at the chime of the city clock
Put up
the hand 
Of those who fell under your feet
And how long has it been since you washed yours clean
From the blood and the dirt of the street
Did you
Does it show as I watch her walking by?
Does it show that I'm trying not to cry?
Does it show that he's the reason why?
Does it show that every smile
Revolution is the gimmick of the joke less clown
Where the body's just yelling for the tax man's gun

Talk don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk don't
she looks like a clown.

Says George, can't make that dollar if he don't get his sleep
There is too much singin' and stampin' of feet
The party's
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
the wall
A simple yoga exercise done by one and all
Now cross your eyes and hold your breath, look just like a clown
Yoga's sure to catch you if you come