Lyrics:
Time is on my side tho' the world keeps gettin' colder
'Cause I've got you, girl to ease my troubled mind
I'm a different man when your head is
by the time you hear this
The story's gonna say
That I came on to him
But it was never quite that way
I knew he was good looking
Maybe too good to be
by the time you hear this
The story's gonna say
That I came on to him
But it was never quite that way
I knew he was good looking
Maybe too good to be
and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My ol' man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove
of 99
And we're all anticipating
What could happen overnight
It's a crazy situation
Gotta find myself a man
Who can lead me to temptation
And take
There is no escape in the waking world from that which is approaching us fast
Salvation is drawn from our childhoos dreams
In lands of beauty untainted by
say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all
when our time was up, you looked right through me.
Invisible Man
Say you can see,
That's what I am,
Invisible me.
Clear as a pane of glass, I'm
representing
The uptown jazz sound and the chicks start mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth is in the Mecca house
sales of shovels
Cause they tryna shovel over our grace
My last name is a slave name
My daddy named as a white man
And he tried to give me the same name
And every day up on the hill
You'd sit and talk to him until
It was time to go and man the gate of the pink house in our little street
And with that
And with
And every day up on the hill
You'd sit and talk to him until
It was time to go and man the gate of the pink house in our little street
And with that
And with
make a militant man
Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can
Our education, they tend to say we killers again
But I'd rather give this living a chance, I'm
of days no sense of time
All he knows is what he sees and that's the beast of fame
Rippin flesh to survive imbedded in his fuckin brain
Raised by the woods
an instant I realise
she could be my muse
time is running backwards
be the better man
CHORUS:
write her name in diamonds
in letters ten feet high
shooting
in the cradle
Ain't much sleepin' keepin' bread on the table
Mister bill collector wants my last dime
I need a little more time
That son of a boss man
(It's Cosmos Radio)
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo, pass that joint over here I wanna smoke one time
I got some shit to get off my mind, respectfully, ha
Uh,
a opp, I roll a him up just like a swisher leaf
Bitch, I can do bad by myself, so hoe, go ahead and leave
Won't see no bitch, I'm callin' mine, these hoes
The amount of fake trashiness that I been dumpin
Coulda been a millionaire by now
Thought I’d be dead now
But I’m still around, so I gotta flip around
Like
praying on a scratcher or takin' fate by the hand
Let your works speak for your words that are left in the sand
Left you with little, little man
Whose your
I know real Locs you ain't no fucking Loc
I've heard good jokes yeah you a fucking joke
You wanted smoke well here goes all the smoke
And by my side
Last time I checked this was the land of the free
Home of the brave
But some people wanna take my guns
Take my freedom and take my God
We stand up we
hand (Come and take my hand)
What you waiting for? Baby, I could be your man
Oh, I've been thinking 'bout this all night long
Hoping that you never do me
in the back and he trippin' by my grades
I don't give a fuck, tryna fuck this bitch face, I'm at the top of the mountain
and I feel like Marvin Gaye,
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