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of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
jazz is to me
History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one
As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will Robinson
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
all run
When we know it all off by heart
Played down, waiting all out
When we win or lose it this time
When the pressure's building for a great
on a great big show.
And when you get sick,
You call up Dr. Nick
Elvis, if you're coming back
You've gotta do it right.
No Vegas, no movies,
Just leather,
Why is everbody always pickin' on me?
The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor
He clocked the doctor cause the doctor said I looked
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
lights
The crib and the whip came pearl white
But I don't need money cuz I got time
Eyes on me when drive by
Bout to set it off cuz it's showtime
I come
[Featuring Mojo Nixon]
Peggy Sue
Got pregnant
And was addicted to fifteen drugs
She went down
To the abortion clinic
And was accosted
By right wing
gathers up the reins, and turns his horse's head along the road by which they had come)
White Knight: (to Alice) You've only a few yards to go
Down
that's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what
I awaken, feeling shaken, like I had gotten in a fight
I’m in a hospital bed, I’m barely clinging to life
All I see is white, so blurry is my vision
war?
I got the, I got the faith
Saint Nicholas down in the Bay
They say I gotta slay
Say they wanna bring war
You gon' need more light
You gon' need
but im too lava hot
Got your eyes wide open like you stuck on tik tok
I stay on my grind (Grind)
With a great mind (Mind)
Built by design, get it poppin
Blood on my hands!
Can nobody see this red blood on my hands!
Red on my clean white suit, Blood on my hands,
Nobody cares at all whether I’m dead.
muthafucka and I`m so serious about my scratch
So you`re best bet is
To check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch
I gets down and dirty like Dr.
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope
down
Affected by the storm
White dragon
Make me fly
So high into the sky
Let me see my people fighting for our land
To save Leiber we need to reach
heard of me
This pound I got will turn
A niggas white tee burgundy
Better yet I'll turn a nigga day to
A murder scene with hospital beds and doctors
The Great American Dream
(Lyrics & Music by Rocky Michaels)
Down at the beach thereu0027s a guy and his girl holding hands
He kisses her
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