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by god.
Chorus
I give you my hand, without caring who you are, not behind the appearance, I keep insane in my mind (2×)
Verse III
My own behaviour show

Chorus
[Mr. GZUS]
Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up
If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up
It's the knock-right, hit

I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all

Stand up, hold tight
Lay arms down by your side
Salute allegiance just once more
At dawn we go to war
War, War

It has begun
And all I see are full

minutes on this road
Bought your way into the show
For a dance on the Throne
Hanging by a hashtag
Looking like a madman
Fishing for a fan-grab (Facts)
Lost

will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD:  You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs!  Go and boil your
bottoms, sons

your hands on me you better think about ya mama fuckin crying
I make the devil fucking cry
Whenever i ride by just remember to mind ya business boy im

my lil' super soaker
I'm on the way and I'm speeding
Your body is all that I'm needing
Anxious I'm borderline fiending
To taste that water like fiji

why I gotta keep this glizzy
Tight

They be your brother by the day
Yo enemy at night
They show you love right in yo face
But hate when out of sight yea

to know what was love
If this is all that you wanted then I guess I'm fine with givin' you just that
Go ahead girl, lay up on your back
Let me show you

Legend has it that Creator made an animal
You ain't even know, I'm an animal

Do your hair hang low
Does it wobble to the floor
Creator tell me when

gazes back through the eyes of a maniac
Auto biographical, crash dummy post cards
Wild animal the minute that the show starts
Loose screws & broke parts,

whose life
is like thriller.
Zombies, not undead,
but only be animated
By papers. Capable to
breathe with stolen vegetables
Collected from hands with
dirt

got my hands on its vines
Woa-oah-oahhh
Even though I knew but couldn't let you go
Could've came with the crew, but I got here alone
Just to show what I

the mood'
pot-head might be to high to come and scoop 
but if you get a ride to my place
a second I will not waste 
put my hands on your waist 
though yo face

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Message: The Roots of Rap

1999

Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s

Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the show of impossible
None of you will be the same after this journey
We will meet the most ferocious animals

call your bitch
'cause she wanted to blow me
Got the money, yeah nigga show me
Got the strap and the sawed on me
Got this cash, and it's all on me
If you

hand
Forged in fire and raised by the wu-tang clan
Sharp as my sword just as deadly when i drop the s
My words pass over your head cus you cant read

sharing love for the heartless
Cats stuffed animals no leather all plush
We like Chiefs and Indians how we rush
One two hut hut
Stake to the gut gut
Mortal

I was born into a spare bedroom in 1989
Pulled from the womb by the leather hand of my evil gypsy nan
First sound I heard was her cackling laugh
But

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
Your old fatass wife

I'm making these toys, all year long
Breaking my hands

like
I know you love it cause the coochie style
I'm not your buffy I don't wanna fight
I'ma buck it and my
Say what no doubt all right
Yeah damn right