Lyrics:
the Bartlebees and Neutral Milk Hotel?
It's okay for a sunny day but that Sting album won't do
So when I play you Allen Clapp, you'll know baby I love you!
Hey
band
I can put you on a list
For a show in Carson City
Later on
When we were tired
As we drew
By the fire
Of the eye in the sky
That was with us tonight
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
a book by Morrish
Misread smiles and summer promise
Intervening love between the years
Has made me understand
I'm glad Naomi turned me down
Soon will be
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks
But no! You'd rather feel my movie just to cold me
So I was boning
magic, eh? It's coming in.
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels.
Hey, hosehead.
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
rocking microphones sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
let's get on it
There is a train only a moment away
It's coming like a wave, let's go for a ride
Like a healing herb, yeah it's like a cure
A million
will read the books by me
I'll write stories and poetry (Poetry)
Insha'Allah
What will we be when we grow up?
What will we be when we grow up?
What will
will read the books by me
I'll write stories and poetry (Poetry)
Insha'Allah
What will we be when we grow up?
What will we be when we grow up?
What will
Poisoned by your creed
Kill the faith to cure the sickness
Down on your knees
Prove to me you'll die for your belief
And when I purge all the morals
A black dust is falling down to earth.
Unknown diseases resist any cure.
The end!
The world stops turning!
Pestilence the black medieval death.
there's a place where all the people used to go
to ease the pain and cure the suffering
they try to hide their everyday prostitution
they value
And to cure all that's rotten in this town
We started to gather, all the people we needed to work with us
People we trusted, to do anything that we asked
and makes me see the minions with abhor I give you death in
genocide a true tyrant at the blackest of the thrones
Please cure mind diseased Pluck the memory
the cure
be mature by keeping you hearts pure
it passes by
earth lies bleeding starts to cry
no one cared to know
money, greed sees falling trees
all dropping to their sickly knees
found no cure
the end is near,
I can't stand this feeling,
Like a river flowin' inside
Here I am in this ocean,
Carried away on the waves,
Seasons passing by,
But my
the cure
some days are diamonds, so many are stone
the door of love is open, but you always stayed home
(chorus)
tell me why, tell me why
i'm so afraid
the sound
now this ain't your regular emcee office visit
no waiting thirty minutes before we get you up
plus the cure we guarantee before you pay your fee
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