Lyrics:
up my heart to something
I could never see and now
I can hear your voices echo through
My computers every week
Dancing down in Bobby's basement
A quick twitchin medulla
From wind sprintin with koopa
Clever sensitive human
Obsessed wit the minutia
A gymnast who flips
Over mischief and illusions
Voice 2: is with the minor pain from age
Voice 2: the more I hear for pilots treausre
Voice 2: I will to get anything
Voice 1: hey
Voice 2: inspection
to sand
Hey, it's the voices of freedom, oh baby
It's the voices of freedom
I hear the voices of freedom from the left
I hear the voices of freedom from
to sand
Hey, it's the voices of freedom, oh baby
It's the voices of freedom
I hear the voices of freedom from the left
I hear the voices of freedom from
the Cyberkraken burst the clouds descending from heaven
On a mottled planet covered in forest, where the woodsmen were chanting their chorus
No shelter from our
the fuselage
Miles from the shore
How much of this can we take
Save miles from the shore
We are sinking in the fuselage
Miles from the shore
We are completely
the fuselage
Elementary aeronautics ground
Look at me now, I'm a wreck!
How 'bout a kiss?
My oxygen's lost in those lungs again
Somebody give me some oxygen
I
(holy), holy (yeah, holy, holy) (holy)
He is holy, holy, holy
The deaf ear still responds to that sound of His voice
The dead man still gets up from
[ Introduction ]
Screaming Female
SHUT UP
I'm hearing voices ( voices )
Don't you tell me to shut up ( shut up ) - whisper
( kill them all ) -
makes her underwear
From the hides of grizzly bear
And bathes in ice cold water every day
Her skin I love to touch
But I just can't touch it much
makes her underwear
from hides of grizzly bear
And bathes in ice cold water every day
Her skin I love to touch
but I just can't touch it much
Because
that I be spittin' is true
We from the hood and we never see you
A Bronx Tale
Look what the streets made Calogero do
Now Joe quit rappin', Hell gon'
you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Off with his head, take his head from his neck
raised me from the pit and set me high
Left that place in ruin, drunk on the Spirit and high on fumes
Checked into a Red Roof in stayed up for several
All these voices
All these voices
All these voices
In my head
All these voices
All these voices
All these voices
In my head
All these voices
All
[ LET'S GO - intro ending ]
**** HOOK 1 - by: THE McRTIcN - SMG ****
I'm hearing voices, I'm hearing voices ( voices )
I'm hearing voices, I'm
I was in born in a taxi cab
The driver cut the chord while the meter was running
A babies voice cryin' up to city lights
The paper ran a photo
out
And the wind in the air
It's the sight
Of one longing to taste
Of life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
This life from the trenches
It comes with alot of curses
Got lost from the wrenches
And I bet I'm on the Searches
Haters getting stitches
Sculpt
me from this present world
Translate me to the Spirit realm
Where I can hear thy still small voice
And do thy will here on earth
Detach me from this
(El-P)
I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages
of juvenile non-approval and loosely smoker's school cut abandonment
Where great
the world's a cathedral to seek and find
You don't need the mediation
Of a Judas priest who's in charge?
The wings are detached from the fuselage
The "now" is
with the words "Nobody can across it," a phrase taught to everyone from childhood and accepted without question.
Nevertheless, the little boy stands for
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