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I would write a love song for you if I knew how
I would give you the world if only I knew how
Tried to save my breath but can't with you around
I get

I'm on a killing spree 
The should call a Nigga Michael 
Meyers not Jordan but that one fit me too 
I be chilling with the gang they my dawgs scooby doo

Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga

Another sleepless night
Another day gone by
But the beautiful sky at 5:52 keeps me up
Look out your window pane
Softly coated in dew
We watched these

the minute I put HUD on
the map
I gotta stay in they face
There's no time to relax

MCs be killing me softly like Roberta Flack
Swear they're ahead of me, but

to blink as
It passed right by me
I reflect on the past and remember
Going to my first dance
And how all you did was laugh with me
Imagine being on top

boss with these verses
It's the realest in the universe

And I ain't felt shit in a long time sorry but you caught me at the wrong time
Bitch I'm numb

harder, I think they're agreeing with me
Ain't makin' a killing, I'm making a living
Party like it's nineteen ninety-nine percent or lower, so you can holla

than watching The Shining with your's truly. She then kissed me softly, but instead of enjoyment and the subsequent hand down her trousers, I was

I met a man playing in the woods
His piano was off key, he sang to me softly
I bet he wouldn't change it if he could
Gunshots ringing in my hood,

parties like they keep saying and affirming
I have knocked at his door
And that of her friends though his enemies ravaged me from within.
Softly killing me

spent was Magic
The next day she grew up
Kissed her man upon his lips
Reminiscing about his scent
Killing softly all the times
She said I love you and did

Crystal Lullaby

Carpenters

Lullabies for Little Dreamers: Soft Rock Classics from Your Favorite Stars

1996

Listen to the song he sings

Can't you see his music brings her

Crystal sleep



As her heavy eyelids fall

He's taking her to where

clean
Grew up with big dreams
To put his cita in limousine
That nigga me
He serious with it
Choosing when and not to give his energy
If you doing what he

shattered glass and wine
Like a pickled poison cobweb killing time
And my oh my the cookies are great
Killing me softly and I cannot wait
Till they're gone

the Christ
I was blind but now I got sight
Killing sin and I'm living right
This misery got to go
God wants me to live with joy
I need to get my eyes off

Advent of Insanity

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

lies-
An unwitting victim by brigands attacked,

Left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.
Childhood terrors return to me now,
From the rand

That shit get me running
We been here for way too long
Still we writing all these songs
Don't watch nobody
Yeah, don't watch nobody when they say you

eyes closed 
And softly swaying to Mozart’s Serenade of Winds 

Pain consumes me as I float into the music 
In his wake a void is filled with memories

Wrong Ones

Big Punisher

Yeeeah Baby

2000

mi casa
Que te pasa, haha

I'm as wicked as Hitler first born
'Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone
Kill niggas softly but not with her song

paid now
All I want is to keep on having fun
Writing songs and kicking back
And killing on stage now
I never want to be who can't walk out
On a road,

positive when niggas bother me
I'ma be viciously blunt with you bitches
I wish that a nigga would fuck with my business
I don't get offended...I just get

wandering cloud
While the wind whistles softly through branches and trees that they shroud
But I know that if I was with you
The black knight would change his

the smell
of April on his skin as

He sings to me my favourite song
a melody that only we can understand
and when seasons change
this song will always belong