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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Listening Booth 1970 [Barnes & Noble Exclusive] (Marc Cohn) · Booth and the Bad Angel (Booth and the Bad Angel) · Heritage of the Blues: Phone Booth (Robert Cray) · I'm in a Phone Booth, Baby (Albert King) – and 90 other albums »


I'ma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty
Damn, it's hurts me, I hate it when brother's go early

I've gone through life pretending
That time will
heard that his body expired.
It was hard for me to believe that my brother retired.
Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinnin',
How can
on my knees
For bread and water's free

She said, you're always welcome at this table
Said, brother you look like you could use a friend
And there's
Probably worn when KRS One teaches
Nas, made you look, before the haters
I bet you Kan had 'em on when he walked with Jesus
This is classic

Classic,
the music, music I take part in
One try, one God, and one destiny
Just dance for me

	"Dance to the music"  (Repeat 2x)

Now understand that you must (dance)
put me in it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
for me
The hung him high
And stretched him wide
They nailed his hands and feet
And pierced him in the side
They didn't know
Look at my savior hanging
want to be?

'Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for
and grindin'
As if they had wings on their feet
Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself
Spinnin those funky funky funky house beats
waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand that's phone booth thick
Look, look

[Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how
yourself, it's day to day for life
2001 nails driven into Jesus Christ
Too many sleepless nights
I feel my head go numb
A tangled web brought a spider
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus name, Amen

I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
forth
Thank you lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus name, amen

I met her at this house party on El Segundo and central
She
miss her gaudy clothes and her strong
And sweet perfume.
She went straight to Jesus' feet and stopped and stood
Right there
Then cried and wet His feet
explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee saute for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I
there, and the mother of Jesus too, and if they had to be endowed, with power from on high, what about you? What about me? We cannot, get by! But listen;
worn when KRS One teaches 
Nas, made you look, before the haters 
I bet you Kan had ?em on when he walked with Jesus 
This is classic 

classic, better
Swap Meet Louie
Swap Meet Louie, Swap Meet Louie

Me an' Attitude Adjuster stepped smooth at a swap meet
Buyin' much gear for the feet
When we spot
on a leash
Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's
outa that hole and back up on the street

And then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
outa that hole and back up on the street

And then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
your life when you decide to change your thinkin
One of the first things we gotta switch around of course
Is Jesus Christ, and him dying on the cross
Try and judge me only by my time and changes
And not mistaken words, for I say many
Listen only to my song and watch my eyes
There's not much time
Life, and I ain’t never missed a beat
I thought I been on for been a beast on these beats
But not quite is looking like the joke’s on me
And if I