Lyrics:
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the Language Of Love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear
Sunlight falls on your hands as you type
Just something in my head
Standing in this empty space
Your desk is gone
The wall's still dark from
Temple Of Hip Hop, ribbons
International, UNESCO and also by
300 Hip-Hop activists
Pioneers and UN delegates
In the first place this document recognises
minute warning
Burn all your classified documents
And if cooler heads don't prevail
First strike from a political dead man
Appeasement only makes
anger and sadness decline, maybe it's just not my time
Open up word document
Type in time news roman
Reminiscent sentence arrangement
Artistic
got these niggas wishin'
Been actin' funny, baby, why you actin' different?
My body speakin' to you, baby, won't you listen up? (Oh)
I ain't the type
to everybody but these are some of the things I like
Ayo ayo
Ayo ayo
My type yea my type
Yea we talkin bout my type baby
My type yea my type
Good impression
She said no, she meant maybe
She said she wasn't that type of girl
When she'd done wrong, she'd never admit it
And I had empty pockets to prove it
There's no beginning to the story
A bookshelf sinks into the sand
And a language learned and forgot in turn
Is studied once again
It's a shocking
and I'm the type to tell your daughter things
I float high, don't try and cut my water wings
I'm still myself
Suicide bars, I kill myself
Charge it
By Michael Franks
Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love's like a raging river
And I think you're the one
that thing.
He bussing heads hu, lets keep it real,
I got the documents to prove you?s a snitching ass nigga.
Trying to hide behind your music, you hit
By Michael Franks
Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love's like a raging river
And I think you're the one
of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my parker
Bombin' unprepared
growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
Nigga, you better not pull it out
The shit we be doin' most call it screwin'
It's a different type of fuckin' that we be on
We both bad at trustin',
my language, rosetta stone
I said, oooh girl you classy, ohh ohhh girl you nasty
Type to never ever put no type of draws where your ass be
That's
to document?
He feels so old
Behind the times
He can't grab hold
Of a life online
He can't type out his gift of gab
He tries so hard then he falls flat
Can you
goin' away
My niggas bring the heat like a summer day
So mind on my motherfuckin' money mind on my motherfuckin' money
I speak foreign languages
felt liberation like
Opening a closed door
Wasn’t the attention type
They telling me to go tour
True say I’m ready to expand the fort
Document my
and cuts a rug
Will you tell me what that language really means
Oh Mr. Mercer (Yeah,Yeah) Oh-ho-ho Mr. Mercer
(Tell me, tell me tell me)
As a student
always wondered why
Use to be so different you were not this type of guy
Always set aside all your extra pride
Then you started trippin' different bitches
win
забираю на free, это ACQA type beat
свежий в моих руках, он забит и горит
мой flow для тебя, как меф для первокурсниц
типа не курят, но ее палят
have 'em
Music is the language of the near and distant stars
Black stars humming defect
Earth don't leave my street cap
Astronauts in orbit
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