Lyrics:
featuring Run D.M.C.
(intro)
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
8 million stories (x4)
(verse one Kurtis blow)
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
Living so freely right now man
Winnebago County
D.T., you ready nigga, aye
Eight Hunnid, Eight Hunnid
Eight Hunnid, Eight Hunnid
Eight Hunnid, Eight
damage' simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that
no one to do for me what I won't do for me (Pow pow)
Here's a lil' story 'bout a gangster like me
A eight figure nigga, fresh out the penitentiary
to understand it
As 6 turns to 9
Water to wine
Sun starts to shine
We know that we'll be there in due time
There's 8 million stories in the city of crime
Take one
the repo
For fuckin' them lady see-o's
Rhymes blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac regal
With a mommy on my beecho
There's eight million
the repo
For fuckin' them lady see-o's
Rhymes blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the Cadillac Regal
With a mommy on my beecho
There's eight million
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
If a miracle, could save us from
The travesty, that we've become
If a million sons would stand as one
We will overcome, overcome
If a miracle, could
senses
Seven firmaments of Heaven to Hell, eight million stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe
If a miracle, could save us from
The travesty, that we've become
If a million sons would stand as one
We will overcome, overcome
If a miracle, could
heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500 000 facts in hell
Argh, heard your album and I don't believe a word
the
Nineteenth century when people in
Advertising and journalism discovered that
If they framed
Their stories and appeals with fear
They could capture our
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
crazy that I've performed in
Front of millions of people
Since I was 8 years old
But for some reason I was
Nervous as hell rapping has always
Been second
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
cops
Trippin', it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker
Yeah, and ten million undercovers
We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door
Helmut Zacharias: 1920-2002 german
Violinist and composer
Sold 14 million records by the 1950s
He was considered to be one of
The best jazz violinists
users each month
There are more than 500 million Instagram Stories posted every day
Think about how the next few facts can help you
50.8% of all Instagram
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