Lyrics:
In Africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication.
A Negro has got no name
Quite often, the words of the song are
lifts the master's bow
A moment in time from years ago
Feel his art lift the heart
Sense the spirits rise and fall
A fiddler plays in Donegal
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I am my own Picasso when I roll
Rhyming is my art for my heart and soul
We positive when MC-in' (...in')
Break bounce with
Have Thine own way Lord
Have Thine own way
Search me and try me Master today
Whiter than snow Lord wash me just now
As in Thy presence humbly I bow
Have
and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy
heart runs to, but I'm a stranger
Baby, what happened? What am I to do?
Wanna move on, but I'm scared of losing you
I can't seem to master the art
Crush us. Over and over again the years have come to this an improper art form.
Faking our own thoughts and sounds robots crush death
starts, I tried to master the art, come on!
Look at those evening shadows
Casting a peaceful light
The sun is disappearing
It's a beautiful sight
Moments caught forever
By the master's
scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of
The ancient art of always fuckin' up
Everything I've ever loved
'Cause I
(Paint the city with my gun)
Hood art dealer, sellin' P like a Van Gough
Crazy how much work we can cook up in this bando
Block Beethoven, play with
an affirmation of sounds
An attestation of colors
It is the bloom in spring
And the skip to my step
Music is art
Music is art
Music is art
Music is art
Music is
I see you in here dancing
Your preview is quite romantic
I envy your perfect kind of life
Who knew you'd be so sexy?
I think you're quite
hath great power, and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we
and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy
hath great power, and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo,
Written by Sammy Masters, Richard Pope and Tex Satterwhite
(As released by Patsy Cline 9/9/58)
If I could see the world
through the eyes
will I surrender
I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta
In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
How splendid, I guess my project had
ferociously
Soothing ways of sonic communication
To ever be created
Built for you by the master
Built for you by the ma-
Hey shut up already, what
ferociously
Soothing ways of sonic communication
To ever be created
Built for you by the master
Built for you by the ma-
Hey shut up already, what
Learning is an art
Knowing is the outcome
But do you really know me
Or am I just a fantasy in your head
Work a little harder
Show me that I matter
I
Some were beggers some were kings and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same these men with broken hearts
Life sometimes
were masters
Of hunting and fishing
And courtesy came from the heart
And yes there was medicine, love and religion
Intertribal communication by drum
But
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