Lyrics:
tryin' to knock you
Fuck that, I ain't even tryin' to hear it
All I make is party music, you should listen to the lyrics, motherfucker
What's success
competition
I ain't got no friend to make
I ain't spazzin' enough 'till their passion and love
Disintegrate
I don't live by the rules
Kids comin' through
family now
And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns
Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round
And yo I promise not to act
To everyone I could not meet
I'll spell it out in lyrics simple and neat
To all of you who never knew this until now
It's flowing in
[Music: Schulman]
[Lyrics: Jansson & Schulman]
Searching for an evil way
As total darkness remains
To end your suffered life
Enter the threshold in
Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Won't you hear a sinner's prayer
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Won't you help
when only supportive words come from a fortune cookie.
People fear what they can't comprehend.
A deaf man paints lyrics in the air by waving his hands.
lyric to his music
It's a crime, it's a down right shame
It's a dirty deal in a cooked game
It's a lie and he's not to blame
He's a victim and he's just
[Music & Lyrics: Schulman]
Through the fields of sorrow
Realms of torment
Destruction and bloodshed - Remains
Raising total hell
Creating silent
lyrics on your transistor
On your radio takin` no shit about the inflister
Knew that nigga slapped on
Me so I crapped on
(?The ab, it`s the mack, with
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosions, overpowerin'
Over the competition I'm towerin'
Wrecking shop when I write these lyrics
that'll make you call
Buckshot, the man got
BD got the plan, just follow the God
I'mma follow wit pride
[Buckshot]
Lyrics for days, I blow out like, what's that all about?
Buck,
[ lyrics taken from CD booklet ]
[ VERSE 1 ]
Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz
Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz
Idryss'll do
about now, its all mine
Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by
Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come
Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia-
[ lyrics taken from CD booklet ]
[ VERSE 1 ]
Droppin a flow like this be breakin the suckers
And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel
and waste away my youth?
Or did time just pass by and I'm denying the truth?
And my vision is blurry, I don't know what it is
And a blemish is swirling out
funky drums
And let me drop some cool lyrics and eh
We'll just get paid, knowmsayin?
(I know how to)
[Chorus]
I know how to play em, yeah
I know
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosions, overpowerin'
Over the competition I'm towerin'
Wrecking shop when I write these lyrics
that'll make you call
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Where will you go what will you do
What will you see when your night is through
What can you do where will you go
When
to show these niggaz who's the nicest
Lyrics incisive I grip the mic like a vice grip
Cooler than ice what? Cream flows is priceless
Angels of death
and do the mixin
More time for that when I get through with the rap
And makin em clap and snap and pat my back
The style, lyrics and flow is what you lack
Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent
But I'm still fresh and my lyrics is strong
I like Mary J girls all night long
I tale the metal back, Colt
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