Search results for 'Cubic Closed Packing'

the light
Eyes shut and closed
Eyes shut and closed
Tender games to play
Locked in packing tape
Tender games to play
Locked in packing tape
Wanting games

Cubic Space Division

Keziah Jones

African Space Craft

1995

breeze
Case closed no more pleas

The fabric of surprise
Is dreaming with your eyes
Cool is the breath of the wind
As I fall in a cubic stream

I’m a savage
I be blasting that automatic I stay pistol Packing
MCM and custom jackets closed casket aye I Be killing shit
If we talking fashion bitch I

Ima get to it
We up we do it
Khi bck in music
Re run
Redo it
Ice out
My cubic
Get tangy
Get to it
Get tangy
Get tangy
Get tangy
Get to it
We gon put

differently
Remember the days I was doing them shifts uh
Young nigga packing the heat
I do this for me and my family literally
I just be working for me
I bet

Pillar to Post

Aztec Camera

High Land, Hard Rain

1983

melancholy rose
Those tasteless lips were closed
You watched me come, you see me go

Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path

problems to the Lord and I'm not going back no more. 

I'm not going back no more 
I'm moving, moving 
Packing up moving away from that door 
I'm moving,

at a time when you're pursuing
Words packing a punch like Joe Louis
Maybe we'll play this one at the reunion
When you turn the volume up, it turns the paper

Youngin' chasing dreams
Hustling for prestige
Maintain balance like triple beams
Demons laying siege
Memories from my teens
Packing grips in jeans
I had all

Go
Tell me when to go n I’ll go
You can't you can’t close The door
I can do this with my eye Closed
Remember dirty clothes
You can't close the door
I

motion
Had to close your door keep mine open
Even both eyes closed keep my third eye open
I got no feelings though
Like when you asked for my last 50 I

Paradise

Az Izz

Decade 1994-2004

2004

shit's costing
At the crib with the kids often, coasting
Ski-boating on the beach ocean
Hoping them old closed cases never re-open
Moving, y'all minor

Paradise (Life)

Az Izz

Aziatic

2002

shit's costing
At the crib with the kids often, coasting
Ski-boating on the beach ocean
Hoping them old closed cases never re-open

Moving, ya'll minor

closed

I’m packing my bags
And I move on
Without looking back
Without looking back
Without looking back
I move on
Without looking back
Without looking

Stacking up the paper
I can do it with my eyes closed
Say she never see me
Keep my shorty in a blindfold
Packing Devil Dare
I do it with my
Hot, hot,

Behind Closed Doors

Pharoahe Monch

Internal Affairs

1999

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip,

sleep, the dream was in motion
Back at the start, they didn’t believe, walls were closed in
But I made the stu’, the song, the beat, now I’m doing

Maybe they got the key to open
The cage you're closed in
Or maybe they don't care
It feels like the end of the world
But it goes on and on
And won't

In a Fast car like a nascar
I feel like Ricky Bobby
In Nairobi I'm a Trap star plus a rapstar
Hater we ni ngati Uh
Cubic zirconia illuminate
Langata

For the love of music is why I do this
I love doing this music
Sounds of acoustic bass drops in a padded cubic
Laying down vocals performing local

Can't separate all the highs from the lows
Said she wanna fuck, bitch I already know
The boy wanna flex with that cubic zirconia
You rockin fakes but my

to breach the subject
The way you looked at me as if you knew to me was suspect
If what we was was just a snooze I haven't woken up yet
My heart was closed

Freeze
Hold it right there don't you dare do it
Tryna sport that petty chain like it ain't cubic
Get like me these double Vs lookin translucent
If I

Closed on, Closed on
Tell the Bitch to put her clothes on
Eyes watching on so on, so long 
Wanna build the Fame so much so much
Wanna instigate bad