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You are all the woman I need, 
And baby you know it (know it, know it, know it)
You can make this beggar a king
A clown or a poet (poet, poet
Hey, hey there sister 
What is holy in your life?
Hey, hey brother 
Sacred in your life?

Kurt Cobain was so young
Sad to see this poet's gone
You are all the woman I need, 
And baby you know it (know it, know it, know it)
You can make this beggar a king
A clown or a poet (poet, poet
You are all the woman I need and baby you know it
(Know it - know it - know it)
You can make this beggar a king, a clown or a poet
(Poet - poet -
I do it for the people, I do it for the love
I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug
This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter
I do it
heart of a king
Turn my voice up

Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me
fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me
hard to tell the difference
Between a king and a jack
And a poet and a hack
Maintaining radio silence from now on
Quite impressive for a cripple. 
Munchausen by proxy of a muse. 
Tempt not a desperate man. 
This split lip is for you. 

I traded it for an outdated
is an overwhelming responsibility
Oh, fluffy duck
We walked through the maternity ward and saw two hundred and eighteen babies wearing nylons
It
I'm chasing nickles and dimes
The rest of the world passes me by
Nah, Nah, Nah, I'm just wasting my time
I'm just sitting here and wondering why?
Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan

The king is in the winter, in the winter of his prime
Welcome to the kingdom
Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet's serenade
Her name a whisper 'pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came

Fear me not my grieving King
Funereal in
And the night is disturbed by a sudden volcano of fire
And a skull in a trench gazes up open-mouthed at the moon
And the poets are now Wilfred own and Siegfried
this new song It's dope man)
compact disc to the prime is optimist
fans and friends I'm universally cosmic
concrete jungles abound
you stand by
You're the only woman I need and baby you know it
You can make this beggar a king, a clown or a poet
Cause I got nothing to hide, just a piece
a thing quick and easy 

Think slick, she better get wit the wick 

'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style 

You tried to run the race but you lost by
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
of what is best
The leaders, the losers and the kings
Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings

Passed on over to the chosen few

Was the promise of freedom
this fucked up world keeps me spinning around 
I've been a pupet, pauper, pirate a poet, a pawn & a king, 
I've been up and down over and out and I
violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one.

Cool Moe Dee,
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
a class of my own 
And still throw the great curve
The great curves of a poet 
Is to run short on ideas
Works twice like two-way mirrors
My advice