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a nostalgic scene

So by the river, colour me insane
Pondering, how these thoughts remain
My subtleties that you won't hear
On the streets where we stood, my

else'll give a fuck, huh
It's my niggas! (DJ Chop Up Exclusive)

Ayo, I been through a lot with my niggas
And still we strong
Damn, Yak was my nigga, I wish

happy you make me
I love you when it's cold outside
I love you will you be my bride
I'll always be there by your side
Now let our love be amplified
I love

the way
You still wrap your arms around me
I'm amazed by the way
You still love the colour of my eyes
I'm amazed by the way 
You sneak into my memories
I'm

a fairy tale
The smoke's in my eyes, but just don't inhale
Just don't inhale
Just don't inhale
I can't even believe what perceives through your caveman eyes

Looking in my eyes
Tell me your desires
And I don't wanna know
Where we're gonna go

And we'll find out in time
That it was all a lie
And can you

If you could see through these eyes
Then maybe you could understand why
I'm not the same old guy with the passage of time you see
Wounds may heal but

lazy
I’m grateful to be alive; I count the blessings in my life
Always a reason to smile 
To see the world through different eyes  

Let’s celebrate

There's a murmuration glinting in my eye
Dropping down to find the high
As the turning fires a stark of light from up on high
The rivers move on by, on by

flaws
And I bleed to
But while I'm still alive
And I survive
I'm ah give you lungs to breathe Thru
And thru my eyes you can see to
Truth
(Dj Cuts)
Look

I-Spy... (No Stranger to Danger)

Steel Pulse

Klash: Kaught Up in Da Mix

1997

Escape
The Judgement In This Time

DJ Jukie Ranks

I Spy I Spy I Spy With My Llittle Eye

Who Lives By The Gun
Surely Die By The Gun
Old Time Saying
But It

Whateva U Do

DJ Quik

Rhythm-al-ism

1998

give it to me

[DJ Quik:]
C'mon, we can go to my house, we don't need the hotel
Now lay down by my fireplace and drink Sip & Dale
While I massage

round or flat
If Jesus was real his lips would be fat
Don't judge me by the colour of my skin I'm BLUE on the inside
This so called "African child" has

The other 9 stick to my nikes and get rubbed out on the curb
Lets be real, we're paper chasin' for financial backing
But there's a thin line defined by need

of the rainbow in the sky
The pot of gold in my mind's eye
The view is there to behold
As deep in thought my memory goes
Mixing colours white and blue, snowdrops

Too Cold

Vanilla Ice

Hard to Swallow

1998

my D-J revolves it

Ice ice baby, ice ice baby 
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby 

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in

streets wet in the moonlight
Red lips the colour of your eyes
I’ve been waiting all my life
For a chance to waste my time
And I don’t want to be alone

see through my eyes isn't normal in my day-to-day
Isn't normal in my day-to-day
Seeking saviour saints when encountering major pains
What I see through

me they pouring up
My nigga eye low and he fuck up
The dj fucking up man I think he been pouring up
Just got off my nigga call me said the club going

killed

My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour

the tips of my toes and my eye-lids rise 
Sink with the sunlight, I saw the blood in the gun fight 
Head in the same waters that a mum cries 
And I feel

And there they lay, gazing their beloved
One that's washed by, the waves of her eyes
The morning tide that drowns the early diver
And revolves

I didn't dance all summer
Couldn't even move
In a bed by the window
I let it all come through
And my eyes began to open
And the sky was every colour

older
Still haunted by what could've been
Knowing your eyes are drowning
In all of your pain
I made a wish on my last birthday
Blew out the candles