Lyrics:
of sweet youth our
Days of heaven were spent
Giving that heaven away
Giving that heaven away
Rock 'n' Roll, and freeing your soul, and
Giving that heaven
love
I want your soul
Come on baby, let's have a good time
Lalalalalalalala
Sweet Rock'n'Roll
"I'm the.. I'm the.. I'm the.. I'm the.."
[Chorus]
"I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!"
"I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!"
"I'm the king
Saw em drop it like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government
bottles of Perinon
So for life it's murder
Ice burners, stacks and trucks
We after bucks, mother fucker!
Murder INC.
[Black Child]
Murder INC.'s
a glance from the clientele
Your coffee black as well,
Hair blond as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Roll up for the underpants show
And be humbled
today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
you know sometimes words
Have two meanings in a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misleading
Ooh, makes
just got paid
Gonna fool about ain't gonna save
Some people gonna rock some people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Hard headed woman
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
take you, back into time - follow dis here
One way out, this black hole
For this black soul, shit is outta control
I'm fightin' for my position
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
but they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black, I'm brown
From the Boogie Down
Productions, of course our music be thumping
Others
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
soul
A rebel armada - Kettering, Granada
It ain't my fault that I never grew up - I got bitten by your bug
And I still love rock 'n' roll, I still
soul
A rebel armada - Kettering, Granada
It ain't my fault that I never grew up - I got bitten by your bug
And I still love rock 'n' roll, I still
Forever more
So that’s our story
Let the truth be told
We sold our souls
For Rock N’ Roll
This ain’t no joke
This ain’t no hoax
We Sold our Souls
that
Metaphorically we are the chief of police, you're rock n roll
And we're positive you stole more than just the radio
Now it's 2, 1, and we are
get
Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggaz under
Cause I will rock say immediately
That's why I'm chillin in the L-I-N-D, E with the N
with the MC street
You will agree it's me, cause I rock a funky
see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs
see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs
Lawyers for my niggas who be sittin' in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
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