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One meatball
Without the gravy
One meatball
Or nothing at all
One meatball
Without the gravy
One meatball
Or nothing
was fuckin with bitches instead of cones or ice cream
Niggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes
these niggas don't be havin no lyrics
Son started in Brooklyn and you all know that
I call you son for a reason
That means nothing can come between us
When we walk this beat lyrics do
the legend and they are like no other
Trained by the greater legend - mother and father.
Now we think jump up lyrics are alright
But we'd like
lyrics
I ain't tryin't to hear it
Everyday the industry is gettin' realer
Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer
Brothers
how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits.
It's over, straight from Saratoga, said these niggas better recognize.
We exercise, our lyric
The Fields of the Nephilim
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Psychonaut
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Revision 4. 11 Feb '93.
(Kind of) Transcribed by John Mc Donagh
the Sunz of Man
I'm gon' send in Bethlehem
Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send thee
My lyric condition, critical, political
Analytical,
posers will die by our hands
We=B9ll rip off there ear and burn out their eyes
All of the blood....
Slaughter thy poser I=B9m cracking his face
=2E...on my
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
ONCE I BELIEVED
LYRICS: JOHN H. BURNS
VERSE:
I TOOK FOR GRANTED THE SIMPLEST JOYS OF LIFE.
(Lyrics: M.McGee// Music: M.McGee)
When the night time falls - images come to you
Then the voices call - trying to reach you
Chorus
If you believe in
[The ultimate voyage of spiritual terror]
[Lyrics: M. Schulman]
Taste and inhale the divine electric air
Breathe in, breathe out, (and) breathe in
(Lyrics: G.Thorpe// Music: G.Thorpe)
Been fourteen weeks since I've seen you
I never wondered, but I always knew
You seem to thrive on this macabre
wrote 'em
But still regulate the heat of my babies like a scrotum
If it's not dope, it's goin' on the face of chinstrokers
My lyrics got muscle,
do it again
I followed a dodgy path
Playing songs not chasing
cash
Shivering in a van in prague
I won't call my lyrics art
but some kids know
[music - Andrew LaBarre]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
Icy liquid fills your lungs
A gushing salt water sluice
Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol
actually had to have lyrics that rhyme
Let my baritone grind your insides, paralyse your cerebellum
Throw with your reality out of a nine mit?
Flip shit,
stayin driven
By the sound I feel it liftin
Higher how my daily livin
Is the style it's like my children
Seem scattered through the villages
And towns,
the lyric pedd-a-ler
I'm deadly with the medley
Steady, ready with the metaphor
MC's are R.I.P. if they love life they why they said it for?
Headed for your
lyrics sheet
Defecate in the hood at your store for leavin' your fans
Butt-naked with a box of Pampers in the middle of the street
Blow your socks off,
wife whip like nice stick, life lit like a burnin' wick, stay sharper than a icepick
You'll probably have to measure my clip by height and width
Try me
Life survivors
(Lyrics by Roberto Ramon Messina)
Fortune can lead us so far
and take our hand now,
hoping it will confine the fears
and take us
Skywards
(Lyrics by Aldo Lonobile)
I'm lost inside this space, charmed by this beauty.
This silence tells of man
and his will to be free out
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