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Lead you where you want to go?
You say you want a revelation
Well, tell me something I don't know

Zero hour times are changing
Count the seconds one by
won't make bail in that small time jail
No not around here

I got the bird dog on radio cranked
Gear jamming lane changing son of a bitch
You bet you
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just Keep it
ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it stuck inside your
over love is ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it
to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand

Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my
on W K are Funk Radio live
(We'll burn ya)

With TR Love
(And Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los Angeles
Live on W K are Funk Radio
you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't
over love is ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it
on W K are Funk Radio live
(We'll burn ya)

With TR Love
(And Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los Angeles
Live on W K are Funk Radio
(Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have
back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev'
'I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
and watch her drive
Ya watch her drive

She hardly had a hand on the wheel
For changing the stations on that old radio
Dress fell off her shoulder
Just enough
some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single, just know that
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
skin with makeup like Max Factor
My grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two
of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress