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A Gothic Acoustic Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ultimate Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Sing Great Country Hits/Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) – and 90 other albums »


put his favorite records on
Innerparty and Linkin Park
He'd close his eyes and he'd sing along
But he'd never make it on his own
It's not the time
of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd
of a Down,
Fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
Waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it

The reflex is an only child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it

The reflex is an only child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it

The reflex is an only child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
be gone

Without you there
For my eyes to behold
My life would be empty
My heart would grow old

If you take your love from me
I'll turn
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I
gone
Without you there
For my eyes to behold
My life would be empty
My heart would grow old
If you take your love from me
I'll turn to stone
Turn
be gone

Without you there
For my eyes to behold
My life would be empty
My heart would grow old

If you take your love from me
I'll turn
blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds
That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing
Cheap
out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my
re-growing...
I'm still here, I still love you...
Come on. I'll take you home.

I can tell by your eyes that the party is over,
You stood on the warf and you
have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
I
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough
Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!) Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!)

[KRS-One]
I'm like Noah, I'm takin 'em, two by two
I took, them and them and I'll take, you and you
Be I'm
gone
Without you there
For my eyes to behold
My life would be empty
My heart would grow old
If you take your love from me
I'll turn to stone
Turn
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I
wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

So I get off stage right and drop the mic
every morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
You've gone too far this time
And I'm dancing on the valentine
I tell you somebody's fooling around
With my chances on the danger line
I'll cross