Lyrics:
False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there'll be problems, times and tears for fears
But we must live each day like
the time, she jumped out the car
In front was a hummer, two new comers, I never seen before
I approached tall joey "who's those guys lookin' wise?
Had my
will make your nose grow like pinnochio
Since I was only 15 I had to listen
To what was said for my parent was a christian
I went to school and saw all
by these laces, laces I can barely talk
That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
Dolphins frolic by the shore
And the phone never rings when the pirates are singing
Well there's 16 men on a dead man's chest
In this hallucination
Yeah! Whattup cuz?
Snoopie D-O doub'! WestCoast king!
What's up Alchemist? (Sup)
I wanna holla real quick man cause see
Alota these niggas got
you're off of the hook
By saying there is no use changing
'Cause that's just what you are
That's just what you are
Acting steady always ready
Because your beauty, by contrast
Is gonna make a young man cry
I've dreamed, honey, of a night like this
I've schemed, honey, of a night like this
You
know you've never heard of that one, have you?
And one night the guys started a ball over there, you know, started brawling, you know what I mean
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
That you guys are going
Into, that seemed they had nothing to
Do with a rapper i was
Talking about a band of thinkers that
Could remove religion, race,
Ladies and gentlemen
It's now the time
For the Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five MC's!
We're coming, we're coming, we're coming
WE'RE
high
Washington was my destination
And now, who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it
Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
A man don't know what him have until him lose it
And when she gone it's like he don't know what lick him
She get a Island lover, fi kiss her up
stop depending on your man for love
And start depending on the man above
[Chorus:]
Black angel, Oh baby you are so fly
Black angel. Girl don't let him
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
know the phrase, once again it's on
[TV announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their
babies everywhere
And now this is happening
Pay me back for all those pain that I go through
Everyday, I'm in pain, I'm in pain
You see what he's doing
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
you never heard of that
But happened and one night, the guys started a ball over there
You know started brawlin', you know what I mean
And the guy
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along
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