Lyrics:
the i in we
You are you and i am me
But you and me make we
What an irony
Its another west coast classic yall
Um
Um um um um
Um
Um um um um um
Um
Its
neighbor!
Overseas like roaming seven continents and planes
Lay my fro and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking
Silk Paper
© W. Flür August 1998
whispering lips - a woman in black
pious glances at my pious prayer book
rustling silk skirt, very nearby
made
They're travelling as they've
Always travelled by night wrapped in silk
Colours woven by the moon
The children sleep in the cool
Whispers of movement
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me (Boii)
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well
this July is leaving soon
There's a man in starry silk pyjamas waiting by the moon
cnd I'm never running back to you
When your mood tells me too
bound up in silk of green
"O what ill chance hath befallen here
With the rising of the sun
For I have slain what I most have loved
By mine own hand it
in
No silks of gold no gown of green
But she had a penknife sharp and keen
Down by the greenwood side
And she didn't care how much it hurt
Low
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
the lights get low, be my shadow
I know she gon' milk this like cattle
Get the finest silk, not no cater-
Pillars might get built, prep for battle
Heavy metal,
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
blue gown,
When I first wandered down into town,
I was so proud inside,
As I felt every eye,
And in every shop window I primped, passing by
this July is leaving soon
There's a man in starry silk pyjamas waiting by the moon
cnd I'm never running back to you
When your mood tells me too
that's what I like
That's what I like sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like
That's what I like
'cause the bastards, that been grafted
through his maggots
I rocked the lord's silk fabrics
I rest on the holy Sabbath
I have a warrant, for
to
The Rhythm
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Just Your Very Kiss
CHAOS
I miss the mere space
We would create
Between our very face
Before we would kiss
Um
That mere space
Was a pocket
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell them
blue gown,
When I first wandered down into town,
I was so proud inside,
As I felt every eye,
And in every shop window I primped, passing by
igniting my fuse
He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stockings
He was rocking with an optical illusion
And this ain't how I thought it'd be,
forgotten
Time to wake up from your silk and cotton
Time is passing even if you have forgotten
Time to wake up from your silk and cotton
Do something do do
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