Lyrics:
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
and lows, we'd rise above,
These are the sweetest memories of love.
In the photo albums of my mind,
I find snapshots of a love so kind,
From the beach
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Freeze in a moment
Do not move, do not breathe
Do not, do not be
Freeze in a moment
Like a photo in a frame
In the album of your brain
Do
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
And motherfolkin' caviar
He did a terrible thing, finally got away with it
I'm nervous, I'm nervous
Open a new chapter
Are you ready to be swallowed up by my
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Belve'
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I
time, folks
I first got to hear Mason at our Singers and Songbirds Songwriter Festival back in April
hosted by my non-profit, Roots in the Round, and when
Sweetmeat
By Pigface
Album:
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
I tend to put them in a state of full attack.
You think I'd pet a kitten
are now
Since "Can I Borrow a Dollar?" Ooh I'm a star now
I'm coming from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
of the Flesh
Blond ex show girl in the red pumps oh yeah
The empty eye blinded by lust oh yeah
Heart rendering screams the bitch likes it ruff oh yeah
She put
the homies at the top of the mountain
A million big faces in the
Bag and still countin'
With a gang of niggas waitin' on the album
Still dippin' with the top
are a lion by heart. Verse. Me know seh it ruff outta street, Gun shot a beat,
Hungry and not even a sweetie Roof top a leak, No space for the weak,
You
I see the things you got you know you really bad
I love you so much baby know i'm meaning that
I'm so god damn happy i have you by my side
Cause' in
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
Breathe in
Hold
Breathe out
Fellow humans, we have finally reached the point of no return
I really hope that no matter where you are no matter
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
word to my nigga clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, a.r. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz im winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee hands down Atlanta
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Why do we have to cross over?
Why are niggas always crossing over somethin', huh?
I mean, what's the matter, huh?
They can accept our music
And I do see that change in you i
See you - And you are
Calmer, I think you know, you
Don't seem, like, uh like
Uhangry or- you know? You know what
I
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