Lyrics:
sucks out your eyes
Fashion ain't no surprise
Lower your chin and open wide
Strapped in your mirror world, silently waiting
But something's coming
a skull, you know the routine very well
Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws
And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws
A friend's space,
You act a pansy, pushover
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
Do live your fancy, go lower
The call is mine
I'm gonna
rugged, raw, still values I'm instillin'
?And the chillin'?, hopin' to lower the rate of killin'
Years from my demise, you'll see that my plan is still in
bar
Double parked in my mans car
S-Type Jag
She had the best type ass
Conservative look, linen
I had my lower Tims on
And she was starin at the Ro
I had
your lower back and gonads
The only way your rhymes would be the shit
You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick
for concentration we call radio stations
A place where hip-hoppin' is against the law
Forever locked down within a lower corridor
Of sound, where
A fucking midget with his legs cut off
Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk
A brother with style and I ain't no punk
Like Nat, I'm a king that's
As I walked out in lower Manhattan
A girl I chanced to pass by
Something about her caught my attention
Something hard to identify
She carried
lower the last
No ability to sleep on me I'm everlastin'
So I soldier up intellect I'm goin for the throat
Note for note, in every word I wrote
Now
of fashion, a plastic sensation
a hippie chick coke fiend, higher than an astronaut
lower than a politician, leave your name and number in the bin, the has
lower than you ever thouight you' get
If I do, if I don't live my life
Like there'll be no tomorrow
I'm living for today
You come, you go,
You go
better, kiss me better, kiss me better
[A little lower, thanks]
Succulent.
You make me feel succulent
Yeah, ya do, ya do, ya do
Succulent.
You
lower lip
But they put her back together and said she'd live
She did, now see there's a point here
Hey, wait I wanna live, it's too late
Hey, wait I
of them all so vibrant out of me
Without you
I don't know how to be
See this zero
The lowest of the low
I let you take me down until lower I could
Whether in perfect health or in cancer's clutch.
You can lower your gaze or you can glance and lust,
Looking for messages in music that answers us.
So sit
lower back
Perhaps she swallows cum and sucks cock like a vacuum
Right? Right, I hit it on the mark
Cuban, I'm going off like a broken car alarm
Feta,
In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City
Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore!
In the day we sweat it out
For the love of the Lower East side
and ecstasy.
I'm the union of all mankind.
I'm the Higher Spiritual Beings,
the only that can master the forces
of all this lower world,
the projection
From lower ego to upper i.d.
We're climbing up on the social tree
From cellar to t.v. - Arena to bowl
To penthouse-view from misery...
But I don't care -
I've got the music for the masses
The pounding drums of slavery
Blood for oil from lower classes
Sold out for democracy
It's a war
And I want more
you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin
the ground
Make you become
Lower than down
Did you plan this?
To join the Troft
Can you taste it?
Makes your tongue rot
You always knew
A taste that we craved
don't ask where it goes
i've not known since the day we parted
when the earth stopped moving
the river lost it's flowing
the willow bent lower to grieve
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