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(S. Phillips)
Come over here, out of the rain
Before you get too wet
Under my umbrella
I promise no regrets
Did you see the lightning
This feels like
S.O.S.
By Gerry Shury and Phillip Swern

I'm going under
I'm slipping fast
Just like a drowning woman I keep turning over my past
I need
Omar, Phillip, Brando, Styles
Di gal dem si mi tatto from miles

Tattoo time come
All a di space pon mi skin soon done
If you nuh have none go
our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'

Words and Music by Bruce â??U. Utahâ?? Phillips
[CHORUS]
(Since you were) always here
(I even) wrote the songs (and all the) time we shared
and if you can't say love (justice) will prevail
(and
(phillip damien/dennis cheese)

I feel new inside
You changed my life
I never could repay you
There are no words to say
How much I love you dear
My
was outside jumpin' off walls or playin' football
Or getting chased by the local pit bull

The odd character that every borough had
Mad Phillip, Ginger
We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bike around the estate
like Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla my cap toot back like Fred
So white bitches jump on my "Limp Bizkit" and yell
"You niggas know you can't fuck
Niggaz are barely a village
I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred
So white bitches jump
was outside jumpin' off walls or playin' football,
Or getting chased by the local pit bull,
The odd character that every borough had,
Mad Phillip
paint, I ain't a chauvanist,

I like taking long walks by the beach and tasting clouds outside of my reach
As I walk amongst you, you don't need to know
Check, it's time to educate a lercher if your featherweight by nurture
Looking for a fix, I'm here to medicate, nurtured
Was putting this shit off,
nigga, Mr. 16th Letter
Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter

Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine
I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines
[6:07]

The following are excerpts from handwritten notes discovered secreted in a hidden alcove in the west wing of the Phillips-Ervin Museum,
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
hooked one time
So I gotta OD

All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be
felt
Lyrically acidic when I spit it, making mics melt

I should change my name to phillip cause I'm screwing you up
Like chicks with tongue