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Albums:

The Sound of Swedish House (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Sound Of Swedish House: Unmixed For DJ’s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Save The Children, Save Their Lives (Simon Estes) · Save This House (Spirit of the West) · Save This House (Spirit of the West) · Ake Persson Swedish All Stars (Ake Persson) · The Swedish Jazz Kings (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Swedish Radio Sessions (The Searchers) · Our Swedish Collection (Smokie) · Our Swedish Collection (The Bellamy Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


Nike SBs
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.

I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house
Nike SBs
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.

I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house
Nike SBs
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.

I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house
your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Cause
mouthed on the comedy hour
Hadda be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots
It hadda be said in old ladies' language
It hadda
At night I woke up crying in the lane behind the house
Ghosts wet and steaming by the time I figured it out
You didn't die in the fire
It was
settle down
Shoe store
A movie house
Something like
Something like a french comedy
He's patronized by gentle souls
Their best intentions are their
Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"

It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I
All the hating in the world can't save ya
Uh huh(Jadakiss)
Jadas got a gun (white dude singing)
And all the money in the world can't save ya
Uh
And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote?   
The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by
The rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
Deep in tha house
Junior M.A.F.I.A.



[Chorus]
[Skin Deep]
 Baby just stop
 I'm so tired of playing
 Stop, no more games
 Baby just stop
 I'm
Rain keeps pouring down houses are cracking. people drown. cars are rusting here. a church floats by washed in the blood of the lamb. and all
a house or a fortress?
Against the rest of the world 

Windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a prison, how you gonna get out?
the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin eatin pastas
Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden
the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin'
The world has lost its mind
There are liars leading legions of the blind
And no one seems to see the cliff in sight
Are we too far gone to save
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show!

Bobby Steels, Staple' tails,
with the Mafia
hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well
Uh yes y'all baby
Yeah, yeah, work it out
Work it out dawg, work it out now
Uh, y'all motherfuckers, 
Big dawgs in the house what?
Terror Squad
(The world on it's knees)
Now don't you give in
(And a band on the run)
Ah now you'd help me more
By not giving
I said don't you dare
(Not giving
Oh Rodney won't you play this song tonight?
O radio can you save my soul tonight?
Cause we saw you standing there
Please don't deny it
Waiting
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show!

Bobby Steels, Staple' tails,
to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin' you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house
Two room house on an acre lot, it ain't much but it's all they've got
Boy, sometimes it sure seems a lot to keep up on her own
A pile of bills

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