Lyrics:
[Lyrics: Morgan Thorn, Geoff Thorpe]
Fire in the hole, the wretched smell of death
Maniac on the frontline, and napalm on your breath
Let the bell
done for man
Can our feeble minds comprehend?
We started to die when we began.
[Lyrics & Music by Victor Griffin - 2001]
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
their mark
And run around this world like it's Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's
Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit,
town
and every little schoolgirl
will fall in love with you
tempted by your sad face
and the simple truth
never knew what hit you
just a product for
o'clock sharp
Nigga get murdered
Right by the string of a harp
Cannot get saved from the heart
And I'mma bring this art
Like an exhibit in Greenwich Village
thing, yo, it's my thing
The way I swing not even an orangutan can
Hang on my DING-DING saved by the bell rang
I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang
rip
While my lyrics leave my lips
Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
Watch a brother roamin' on stages
Name rings a bell from state to state
Province
flippin spittin lyrics
that got you thinkin trippin grippin ya Bible
diggin just to see whats written
invision paul in the prison
livin in the worst
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
[Music and lyrics: Chris Lykins]
Man builds his world, forms it from rock, steel and clay
His view of nature is that it stands in the way
Visions
to get it right
By then you were gone
But I want you alone, yeah
Because of you I'm a better man
So she should think of you more like a best friend
By now I think it's real, I'm the best one
Yes son, I take it to the old school
I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool
A duel? You must be fool
the praise-ful "cry" in the lyrics, or the western theme. Who knows. This song has always been very different from other Lu songs... and that's ok.
I'm not
line and very effected vocals. In 1998, a special re-mix was made for the album 'Chrono'.
Although "finger-pointing" lyrics were usually avoided, this
[Music: Chris Lykins, Brian Zimmerman]
[Lyrics: Chris Lykins]
Work your ass off every day
Nothing do you own
Sold your soul to the system
Another
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
They live and die by images so lets exploit back
Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack
They've got the power, we've got the paint
Do
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
school lyrics will get you incinerated
I'm tighter than dick in a virgin when penetrated
Rhymes triple X rated, too real to be appreciated
Faded in
what I wanted
Long ago so now it is my chance just tune in close
'cause now I'm getting paid and laid don't be afraid
I'm getting paid for my lyrics take
who
That's the car, yes yes, y'all
Feind Quan the bomb doing it, flippin' it
? English are you feeling this
That means my lyrics is mad style
You
promised me the world,
(chorus) But you have made on through.
Oh I totally miss you...I totally miss you.
Note: Lyrics are copyrighted by their original
about
(Yeah) Shit it's serious
You hear these lyrics that I'm spittin
You see me comin
I bout that K, best be gettin
Fire spittin
Guts
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