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Just take a look before you run off and hide
At your victim
Arise

Clouds on you shoulder
Aren't they grazed by the afterglow
How quiet they gather
voice inside my head

But then the darkness is broken into
By inescapable light from You
I'm never standing alone

You are my rock, my fortress, my
get this party started

Blind-sided by the blitz
Come on baby it's on
I couldn't wait to get on this
You ain't no quiet storm

I'm gonna tell it
come down
I'll be on that road again
Warriors will ride.
On their painted horses
Blessed by the wind
And the unseen forces above
They will ride
this life, we gonna be tossed
By the waves and the currents that seem so fierce
But in the Word of God, I’ve got an anchor
And it keeps me steadfast
Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash)
I'm just fuckin with 'em (Big Topper, Jay-Z)
Skane-o!  It's five in the mornin, let's get out of here
Let's burn..
(Desert Storm
sometimes in this life, we gonna be tossed
By the waves and the currents that seem so fierce
But in the Word of God, I’ve got an anchor
And it keeps me
of the dead nazarene

I watch the storm approaching
The darkness calls my name
The trees are growing restless
They feel the season change
Their fruit has
of the dead Nazarene

I watch the storm approaching
The darkness calls my name
The trees are growing restless
They feel the season change
Their fruit has
the clear cool crystal streams
Where the roads were quiet and still
And we walked all the way
To Tir Na Nog

How can we not be attached
After all we're
the morning
You pull yourself from your bed
Try so hard to quiet your mind

Dodging thoughts of that lies dead ahead
A chance to be dashed on the rocks
Sure that all of this will change
And I will make sure it's done, as it should be

Tired and cold from the storm
Addicted to the twilight
We ferry
nip out for a mercy dash
Submit a miracle and spend some cash where's it stashed
Forgive me these re-minders

For if it must be told
I can't claim
a daze boy
But you look so good to me
In your satin PJs

So let's make love by candlelight
And listen to the quiet storm
As I kiss you in the places
emerged
To see the good in the world
Before the pain and the scourge
The first person on earth

In the quiet in the calm
Before the storm
You heard
the storm
And the western front is quiet
I've got Rembrandt as my right hand
And Solo as my pilot

There's a calm before the storm
And the western front is
Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash)
I'm just fuckin with 'em (Big Topper, Jay-Z)
Skane-o!  It's five in the mornin, let's get out of here
Let's burn..
(Desert Storm
The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games
Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames,
The scene was quiet and peaceful,
try to face this 

The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this 

Track, we be the cream of the pack 

Don't come up in my face with bullshit 'cause
Hold me and show me my love can't be wrong
And I'll be swept away
By the storm beneath your calm

There's a deep deep ocean
I want to find out what
wit firearm 

And you quiet like storm 

be	-Legit: 

In-fra-red 

Niggaz fled from the street side 

From a nigga droppin' mess in a fleet
Well, its cold here in the quiet
Drowning in the silence
Of everything I wish we used to be
So many chances wasted
And kisses left untasted
So
Art. What is it? Asking quizzically
What's this? A bottle in front of me
Grinding feeling rougher than the norm
Throw a tape of the quiet storm
platter
The one word i use to describe your action would be scatter
Simply dash away or get fryed like diamonds hittel way HOT!
Now here's the brand new
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm
Bebop converted in a hip hop form
(Repeat)
Visions of a musical plateau
Thoughts fill my mind
So I draw back