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Crayola Kids · The Countdown Kids · Scary Kids Scaring Kids · Color Me Badd · Color Theory · The Color Turning · Color Box · High and Mighty Color · Buen Color · The Color Fred – and 90 other artists »
Kids Hits Boom Box: Jazz for Kids/Country for Kids/World for Kids/Reggae for Kids/Class (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drew's Famous Kids Rule: By Kids for Kids/Kids Rule (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crayola Kids Christmas Favorites (Crayola Kids) · Crayola Kids Christmas Carols (Crayola Kids) · Crayola Kids Christmas Sing-A-Long (Crayola Kids) · Crayola: Christmas Is for Kids (The Countdown Kids) · Crayola Christmas Is for Kids (The Countdown Kids) · Drew's Famous Kids Party Hits: Kids Sports Party/What Kids Really Want (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crayola Music Box (The Countdown Kids) · Crayola Toddler Songs (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
face Leavin' you bloodier than a MaxiPad Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd So play like a midget and forget it 'Cause I put oil
all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this?
all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmm now what's this?
and pick it Long as it means the world is on my shit list Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick Countdown's on, its too late to nix it I'm so
Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it Long as it means the world is on my shit list Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick Countdown's on, its
Man you ain't gotta Worry 'bout a thing 'Bout your daughter Nah she ain't my type (But supposin' she said she loved me) Are you afraid
sound Get ready for countdown Just to get some benefits, my girl lied to them people down town It's funny how we start out cool, but get corroded By
There are pictures on the piano, Pictures of the family, Mostly my kids but there's an old Picture of you and me. You were five and I was six In
the picture With colors squeezed from your hand Weren't you the kid Who just climbed on the merry-go-round Hey look, the world ain't slowing down Hey, hey,
out to all the refugee gangs around the world Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
the house Someday one of the kids may catch us cussing Then turn us in Family ties They used to be colors in a rainbow Now we fly solo Give me back
A leopard with a harmless kid lay down And not one savage beast was seen to frown The wolf with the lamb, can dwell in peace His grim carnivorous
the days on the countdown Present day is a race, better stop high Get up and get your freedom to love one another My brother suffered from
forgiveness Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness Branded by the steel iron, bullets flyin'
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness Allah you Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying Ladies
it's not lost yet I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's Here's my number baby, when you
And birds to fly through it Just stories we all love to tell our kids So I'll close my electronic door And keep the cold outside And hug my aluminium
Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal,
[Coolio] When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin BB guns Knock on yo'
soldiers overseas Over cheese I was on my knees, and cowaiting by rain steady praying for the world to freeze Little kid's gone, never did wrong Look at him
to the place Where all the color lines fade away 'Things ain't always what it seems', Martin Luther King Said it and while you hate you regret it But the world
terminatin' my contract For wearing those old pair of wack Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1 (Instrumental) II. My Shoes [God says] Melt the ice by summer Turn the grass from green to gold Live
attracted her to me was my aura Seemed to bear truthfulness In a world full of filthiness And hearts swallowed up into emptiness Not in the exact words but I
and misery Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind Here I stand before you, the color of the night Frozen by the potential of me