Lyrics:
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,
the infantry, they shoot to kill intentionally
word is you could be disturbed mentally
Police balk, but that's business officially
What you thought, they supposed
You don't realize
This is real life
You gotta beat
The old yourself (beat the old yourself)
Another day goes by (goes by)
I haven't made a life (life)
damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat WIVES, I treat my girls like guys
Ask 'em "who do they love?" and they all say TIDE
I'm just
I've seen the love of my life
And he has seen me
I want to tell him that I love him
And I hope he'll say the same
Life goes by fast
My heart beats
consciousness forever Disturbed by the souls they Tortured and shuddered
What kind of rest can be found For a soulless criminal?
Unconditional love is Inner Peace
saw the linnet singing softer than the words
From all the planes that fly and the souls inside, she would not be disturbed
Sun and the moon, they know
Mine is a rebel mind
I can see inside of time the soul of a king
Waiting to bring this message
Locked up in a rhythm disguised by the beat
Delicate
Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountian so high
So I can see Willie
As he goes on by
Um hmm hmm
Oh the coo-coo is a pretty bird
She
see you
Riding by on your flash bicycle
Yeah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill
A pretty young mother goes by
She's pushing her pram
Her
Ooh, give me freedom and light, give me reason and right,
All I need's a little time to get by,
Turn my face to the wind, hear the nightingale
of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat and me, the groove
And my friends are gonna try
To move your feet
You see I am
the girl with the world at her feet
There goes the love that you crushed day by day
She tried but she just had to get far away
There goes her gifts as they
an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp though we may try
Deny, till we die, ooh my my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
Second
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
Have ever had dirty feelings
And the beat goes on on on n o
Are you ready for heaven baby
Are you ready for heaven baby
Yes sir i have had some
of a trick in a bag
And thrown in the fire like fuck it
Gotta burn it before it goes bad
One too many times been disgusted
By the stench of rot is such
There goes Woody in a Model A Ford he's a Dust Bowl Refugee
From the Hills of Oklahoma to the California sea
In the labor camps along the Road
Each day goes by, doing all the simple things I must
It takes most all that I have, waiting only for the nights
We'll be together, darling
Who
As the war of the roses
Mother was a victim
Her father beat the system
By moving bricks to Brixton
And learning how to fix them
Liberate your sons
on her own
She goes to work and then comes home alone
But she believes someday her prince will come
There's a lot of life to go at twenty one
With
Follow me down to the freeway
Where the beat goes on
And a heatwave lost the night
Say what you will but we pray
To the gods of our own demise
All
together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singing by Miss Vinia
She's living out of plastic bags
Sleeps in the park disturbed by the wind howl
Only at night when surrounded by dark
Is when she goes out
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