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It's the same old love
You thought of us when You made it all, so glorious
It's the same old love
I was on your mind when You gave up your only Son

dream of new answers
Of crying in limousines
Of faking brain cancer
Please tell them I was eaten
By monsters in caves
That they spat up my bones and
I

NEVILLE:
When we left off last night
The hideous dragon
Had carried the maid to his cave by moonlight
He gnashed his teeth, and breathed his fire

nights
It's plain to see - you need some therapy

Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better
Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her
By

it gets rangerous
Come hit the museum if you wanna hang with us
But mostly just the skeletons
Now if you wanna use brain cave space as a metric for

Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

son, I get dumb 
Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run, 
When the Source set it down, I'm inner serviced 
To cop the type of verses

were natives there called guanches, guanches by the score
bullet's, disease the portugese, they weren't there any more

now they're gone,  they're gone,

Convinced they all want me to cave
Faded still won’t ever fade
I used to make the beats now I’m
Paid for the hook
Fuck getting
Paid by the book
Ima
Fade you

will shine
Let me burn in the sweet by and by

I've been sleeping in a serpent's skin, I know
The rock of ages is a cave I found in the cold
And only

en quelques vers (All your thoughts down in a few rhymes)
J'essaye de garder les pieds sur terre (I try to keep my feet on the ground)
J'ai dix sons et

vie
Quand s’illumine Paris by Jazz.
Aux bateaux-mouches, sans modestie,
Qui éblouissent avec emphase,
Je préfère les caves assombries
Où je peux voir

can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my

he get dough, it's horrible
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess
For ten K's, he'll cave a chicken chest S
Yes, y'all, the dub will

he get dough, it's horrible
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess
For ten K's, he'll cave a chicken chest S
Yes, y'all, the dub will

purpose. One day he had a dream, where he was wandering alone over the hills near his home. Unhappy because he was alive, after being resurrected by his

before radio
Find out who's king by the time their son's sworn in
In the days before radio
Who's Top of the Pops? By the time you know
In the days before

The industry can take a toll, they hope son last
I done raised the bar for Tampa, ain't wait for y'all to let son pass, I negate the noise
You like to gas your

found
Never found

By ground
By hound
By map
I'm lost

The son
In the sky
A heavenly peace
Of mind

My eyes
Are my faith
I'm blind to the son
In the sky

still underwater
Their spirits wrapped around each other
Their souls are long gone
They'd been taken by this town
Their religion is still blowing in

Lacking Precipitation

Sixtoo

The Psyche Continuum

and tribulations of manipulation and lies.

My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators,
And open-space science replication escalators.
And I will

Hateful little king!
Spiteful little king!
Vengeful little king, who
took my son away,
my darling child.
Damn you Beowulf!
You who killed my son

relaying them pages I stained in my cave alone
Save the soul, like son of man, I'm the son of Shane & a cut above any son of gun, that be chucking shade

through
My young bulls dying at a young age, they're in a cave
They got no regards for life Heart froze, like Rod wave
Told my son to stay strong
Cause this

wont see me ever again
Cause i'll be in the caves with George and my friends
Momma callin my phone
Listen here son get your ass back home
Hung up got