Lyrics:
of the Xhamia
Pickled peppers at the picnic table
Feta cheese, perfect Flia
Straight outta Dukagjin
One of the illest places
No one's smiling
There's only
Pointing you towards where you have to go and learn to grow
In ways you never know
But no, they will not let you
Organized chaos is what will get you
They
Ain't no runaway train but I'm runnin' with this
See a light in the tunnel but we ain't there yet
Hold your breath
Put me to the test
You can find me
YOU MATTER
Words and Music By Carolee Rainey
Produced By Robert L. Smith
Engineered and Mastered By Robert L. Smith and Defy Recordings
Guitars
is no more
There's something at my door, some ancient mystery
The future tells the truth about the past
And I'm the eighth false king
from the start
I do everything with heart
I can put that on my soul
But there's things I done
That nobody knows
No
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
the treasury
Over there the mystery
Lots of lots of romance
Written by izgága hands
And you can find sky-fi even
And rosy lips made in heaven
with me
It was just a selfish thing on my part
I was there at the mainstream appearance of rap
I remember Curtis Blow, Jazzy Jeff, and Will Smith, NWA, 2
that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I
mystery and it seems strange to me
But one thing I know will always be unreliably true
That's the undeniable mystery of you-you-you
Now down in the valley
falling. There was no
doubt that the army of
darkness had paid a visit to this village. And by the damage made to the
village they were quite
sure that
pick a flight in no time
I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?
You was on my level we both came from the ghetto
And later were
Only altered by unnecessary hate
I pray that I will never be
Affected by how you portray me
'Cause it's got me spinning round and round, round
preacher, hey there Mr. Smith,
If you recognize my friend, you'd better get a load of this.
Good man, gonna give you what you need.
Good man, gonna play
One too many times I've seen you in my dreams
How I didn't know it is a mystery
The days keep going by and I don't say a word
But I know what is
love me purely
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like You
And I know that there will never be another love
Who could ever be the love
do that there
How ya do that there
How ya how ya how ya how ya how ya
[Yung Berg]
Chevy ridin' high
24's still wet
Dis a diamond chain baby
No
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
I'll keep you from harm
There's no guarantee tonight
That we will wake up
When night hits the morning
You hear no alarm ring
You can count on one
you know a jigga gotta cop
And no it don’t stop there
I’m like Rick James with the flair
I’m like James Brown with the hip moves
I’m like Kano with
Smith and Wessun
Like Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word
Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word Smith be
So dope you
the key of life is here
Who drew the symbols for the mind that will appear
And I continue down the road I will not tread
And I will fear no evil from
lawyer in, with your binary file, and said thou I lay in lots of style and do my graffiti art once in a while I ain’t no mystery about my profile, I
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