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Live Musical Adventures of Michael Learns to Rock (Michael Learns to Rock) · Michael Learns to Rock [Impact] (Michael Learns to Rock) · Michael Learns to Rock [EMI] (Michael Learns to Rock) · Take Me to Your Heart (Trance Version) (Michael Learns to Rock) · The Cooldown Experience: George Michael Vs. Michael Jackson (The Sunset Lounge Orchestra) · Take Care Take Care Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Me to Your Heart (Michael Learns to Rock) · Take Me to Your Heart [Bonus DVD] (Michael Learns to Rock) – and 90 other albums »


gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
sock
Take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking still tick tick toc
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
So go to Peter Brady
would explain the
Line, la perdicié«? de los hombres son las
Maldites mujeres (cursed women), in the
Original version. L.R.


The Laurels

written by
trees 
Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive 
Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. 
Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty
trees 
Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive 
Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. 
Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty
trees 
Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive 
Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. 
Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty
brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit
Then
trees 
Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive 
Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. 
Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty
The shorten version goes...

Take the brain out, keep the heart in
Take the brain out, keep the heart in
Paper plate rounds, peak your harvest
Take
surrounded by body guards 
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard 
Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour 
But you just can't
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
trees 
Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive 
Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage. 
Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty
you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
Wants to keep me far from You
If it wasn't for Your love that holds me
I would give in to the
Magnet of the world
When a compass pulled by magnetism
past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I
to reach the folks in the back, so turn the sound up

Now we blow like a dart through the heart of your crew
'Cause everybody in our squad rocks harder
style, and learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker MC had a response
You
like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (Do you remember?)
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin cause you sure can't rhyme

(Big up, big up!)
learn to treat me like that

You don't seem to have any of that family stuff
You know the hardwood floors and all that penniless rough
Your bad luck
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it

Mold it, shape
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style