Lyrics:
touch--
[Guru]
Yo I be da mic smoka
Puff dro with Tony Toca
He be the beat maker
The master piece maker
Makin masterpieces, timeless works of art
I knew that this was over when he told me about his plan
I knew this was no myth by the blood stained on his hands
I found myself cornered, pushed
started flowin' as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody
Tonight
We are like stones built together in a wall
Made up of whosoever the Master Builder calls
We are not worthy but together we are strong
Built
combined and designed to a master rhyme
A little touch from Cool V himself
An overnight process then it's ready for the shelves
Perfect shit on wax is
hands, your hands you clap
Expansion Team rap then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like
taking me to Marrakesh
Come on board to Woodstock
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doin' somethin' more constructive with their time than bids
I know because I
nigga
You're on, people got to wondering if it's a for sure song
Yes, I got another killer making a tour strong
If you thinking of battling, you're
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
and again
Driven to increase my own power
By creation the purest choice
Destined to rule my life
And go the way of the flesh
Nature is my only master
better get out the way
Before it's way too late
Yo ass looking at a grave
Now you made your last mistake Yeah, You wanted to be there
By my hand but I said
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listening to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call,
Fresh Prince:]
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince
Ay Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil' TOUCH of the bass
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doin' somethin' more constructive with their time than bids
I know because I
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince
Ay Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil touch of the bass
Not a lot, just a lil'
Take me for who I am
And darling I will take your hand
Oh baby I am not afraid
Of the terror by night
Nor the arrow by day
I got you and you got me
I
Put your hand in mine girl I got you close
We're far apart but you're in my heart you know
Girl don't rush I want to take it slow
We can't touch
And they reek of the mold
And eat dirt by the pile.
They're clever and smart
But they're covered with warts
And some of them are quite tall
And they are
does anyone have the cure?
Lay your hands on me
I can't feel the light
Lay your hands on me
Erase my memory
Bound down by dissonance, a mind is split
Gzst, oh yeh ok dla, Vicky lets go
I need the girl of my life, I just don't wanna be alone
I'm feeling strong when you're by my side
Your mama
my hand, mom I love you/let's keep running this race
Chorus
Mom, I miss you, I can't wait to see you, feel your touch, feel your embrace, and see your
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