Lyrics:
Cursed beyond death
Can you hear the call
Carried by pestilent winds
Come to me
Where the sun is drifting away
Drink the blood from the chalice
a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let the music lift you up
down to me
Full engines on
Separated from the mother ship
Retro rockets fired
This is real
Hypergolic fumes
Hyperbolic tunes
It's a symphony
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
I've been living my path to death
Mundane the visions filled with so much depth
Years go by, I even forget
Until the day comes when premonitions hit
men of steel the living they will slay
Rising from the crypts of death they come to kill again
Servants of the master they're the legions of the dead
the pound
You can tell everybody that this girl of mine
Is sweeter than the grapes hanging from the vine
Love like wine honey drinking till I drown
Keep
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
July 4th,1981,candles of a Roman ilk
Unloaded from a chevy truck
Into the home her folks had built
Patio was charcoals and extended fam in folding
Living by the law is a bloody necessary bore
Everybody, are you gettin' what you're lookin' for
Livin' by the rules is somethin' that you gotta do
take a caravan
To the motherland
One by one we're gonna stand with the pride
One that can't be denied
(Stand up, stand up, stand up)
From the highest
protected as the next war comes?
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
Her shining dream plays in my mind
By the rockets red glare
Get up
Everybody on the dance floor, come on
That means you too, Chris
Haha
Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom
Just got caught
Beautiful shit we did dog
Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man
Made all that shit pop
Yukmouth and everybody
Dubb see and everybody
Had
Ay, ay
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
by me
Through the good times and bad
She will always, always be right there
Sunny days
Everybody loves them
Tell me
Can you stand the rain
your paintings on the sidewalk
And by a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, boy, you come home to me"
And she
papa re
All around below above
The magic's flowing freely
Everybody's soaked in sweat
Drenched by their own feelings
Incantations cry out loud
The good earth swallows up the seed and swallows life as well
From long before the day you're born till heaven comes or hell
It binds your hands
dolphins
Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon)
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Black Thought, quit playin him close
Words and music by John Kay, Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
You know what I want and I know what you like
We know when it feels good
We know
somebody else got to wait
Seven hundred billion but my old neighborhood
Ain't nothing changed but the date
[Chorus]
Ain't nothing ever come from
How can one become so bounded
By choices that somebody else makes?
How come we've both become a version
Of a person we don't even like?
We're
I bind unto myself
Today the strong name of the trinity
Crypt of despair
The old man is there
Forming a circle of magic and prayers
Guarding
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