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like this, take it easy, Lucille
I like the way Sammy sings and I like the way Frank sings
But I can get a little Frank, Sammy, little Ray Charles
In
the underside tide with the ride
[Verse Four: 2Mex]
Come one, come all
To the Visionary hall
Ray Parker Jr. calls me when he needs a little bit of Ghostbusting
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
before.
A fifth machine appeared on the far bank. It raised itself to full height, flourished the funnel high in the air, and the ghostly terrible heat ray
of the triple sun
I wait by the go-tree
When the day's busy work is done
Soon the warm night breezes
Start rolling in off the sea
Yes, at lantern time
caught in the web like Peter Parker
you'll see the mark of the reaper is even darker
than the heart of a black -hole that's unchartered
swallowing bright
everywhere

Crashing rays of lightning
Clouds of heavy rain
Lost, I`m going under
And then the night is closing in

All I need's a wonder, all I need's
stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it
stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it
rays of the settin sun
we kindle up the flame
you're waiting for that night to run
as we waited for that fame

Infected with that virus
we can feel
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
So when your woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it
Pillow talkin' get you caught up
and lightening a sudden release
With such power to wake the dead
The passionate candlelit midnight encounter
We stare at the stars in the heat of the night
The sun's rays don't bother me 
No they cast down such a wonderful heat
Masking beauty 
By a terrible fate

If you fly to close and then you
to the ghetto)

(Spice 1)
I'm worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porch
in a rockin' chair watchin' niggas come up short
She had a son
right uh-huh, tell 'em again
It go, get 'em up
Yeah, that's right, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Another Kenny Parker exclusive!

Time to get it, now you did it,
hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night
Is when I defeat and ignite Mic's
My verbal snipe, your
Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
to breathe
Your whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab
the Smith and

[Chorus]

D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie

It's sure
Sammy, a little
Ray Charles, in fact all the people with soul in
This.

A little Mahalia Jackson in there.

One more, Lucille!

Take it easy now.
know
Second by second, heat blazed through the night
Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
The primary reason of mission for them spitting
the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when