Lyrics:
a shattered coffee table
Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller
The place was ransacked from front to back)
Yo, Trife, what you talking, black?
(Yo,
goodnight,
That's the way I just gotta behave,
And if I were a lamp I'd light,
Or if I were a banner I'd wave!
Ask me how do I feel,
Little me with my
on a shoulder
Her lamp
Slips her in a bedroom
She must feel it’s awkward
Oh I said it’s Arizona
Now go
Stand up to a giant
Said that I’m a fighter
Too
The lamp that lights the way
Is a light from yesterday
The drum which leads the way
Is a sound from yesterday
The road is filled with shadows
I see him standing silhouetted in the lamp-light
I cross the street and I quicken my pace
He cups his hands and he lights a cigarette
I find
I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
lamp
And holy fire
Mighty burning mountain
The everlasting love of one is
One is one is one is one is one is
One is the ever kindling star
King
they cousins be waitin'
Judges is not relatin' to pleas, guns bustin where the kids play
Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
In
stand like the lamp on my dresser
So she a lil' dirty heffer, but this girl special
Thought it was a fling, thought she was a fling
I've been havin'
in wine glasses
Or black like the White House
Lamp in Barack status
Wonder why I broke black
Asses is paying taxes
While the 1% they got mansions
Up in
technicolor
Fear by name, love by numbers
Street lamp amber, wanderlust
Powder in a blunderbuss
She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky
the caper
So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
Between the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the street lamp was a silhouette
White gloves and a real
the greatest minds
We ever had in time were crazy too
I turn on my lamp
Enlighten you even if you're frightened to
I'll sensei that ass you can
Get to riping
They’re gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
They’re gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke
lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
now, to lamp later on
Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on
But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt
I bet you niggas out here
can I hide?
In the back room there's a lamp
That hangs over the pool table
And the fan that's on it swings
Gently side to side
There's a changing
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