Lyrics:
"Voices of the Voynich Manuscripts" is a captivating musical journey that delves deep into the heart of one of history's most enigmatic puzzles. This
"SOMETHING OF VALUE"
-Eric Bogle
I can see the Southern Cross tonight
While here below, bathed in it's light
The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
(background) its been six weeks since suddam husain's was killed by a pack of wild bores and the world is still glad to be rid of him
Oh look eric, its your
'll remember your voice
So soft as you'd sigh
Worlds of love to me
Of how it would always be
And how the cloudy days
Had all gone by
But now I
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
to voice
The ancient melodies
Calling you
Autumn goes by
Combing twilight into my hair
I look back on the passing tenderness
Let me stay by your side
In
the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they
Rise ancient voices from the flames!
Shrouded by the shadows of night
I gather altar stones
I prepare my flesh
For the cleansing blaze
One spark
the demon's forked tongue
The voice resonated deep within the mortal's soul
And at that moment the sky rained fire and the beings became one, Unholy Alliance
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they
Ancient Dust
it's good to be good and it's bad to be bad
i'm sure everybody knows about that
we love the things to be simple and have a lot to say
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
gone by rules others make for me
I don't give a fuck bout motherfuckers trynna change me
I don't see the point in hoping for a miracle
I don't pray
and I'll look out like Tattoo
Okay, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because
She reigns unparalleled, mastery of the fae, unhindered by the mortal coil.
A growing forest, the ancient fel grow their ranks. Roots descend into
we do
I hear your voice whisper my name
Teeth sinking in
Cut to the pain
I hear your voice whisper my name
Teeth sinking in
Cut through the pain
Song Title:“I Have A Dream, Do U Have A Dream?” ( Rap Version)
Writers: Eric Dennis, ToQuon Tha MC, Brutha Gimel, Johnny J, steve e ross
Artists:
managed to complete this work using resources such as voice, improvised instruments and a lot of percussion. Editing and mixing a good part of the work by
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but I chose to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
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