Lyrics:
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
or hints
For traces of the craftsman's fingerprints
I don't know who made the snowflake
So intricate sublime
But I can spot an artist every time
Oh, I
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
And it's all being witnessed now by you.
The faces of the children
In the artist's loving hands
Are all returning
Into sand
The waters of the oceans
Like
is now, get to runnin'
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm
Wore it every day
Made my teacher mad
She tore it off my head
Now my head's well-read
My head gets cold at night sometimes
But I can't be misled
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come on out
easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
'Cause he's just a little attention attractor
all day (jerk, children)
Everybody now gather around (jerk, children)
Get hip to the new sensation (jerk, children)
There's a brand new dance coming
all day (jerk, children)
Everybody now gather around (jerk, children)
Get hip to the new sensation (jerk, children)
There's a brand new dance coming
children, yeah!
Jah live, children, ye-ah!
Jah, Jah live, children, yeah!
Let Jah arise
Now that the enemies are scattered!
Let Jah arise
The enemies,
of other lover's been burned
And right now this seems real to you
But it's one of those things you gotta feel to be true (baby)
Oh, yeah
Go Lainey
peace
They don't have to worry 'bout the police
We make 'em rich so they don't have to thief
Every artist here on this track
Will make a change here
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns
I heard Maria crying
Late last night I heard the news
That was dying
Veracruz was dying
Someone called Maria's
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
kill you 'til you die
Oh Wilson, punch you in the eye"
Hey!
Now Wilson knew that I was loose
I'd surely be subjected to some real abuse
Maybe end up
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
round the tree
We had a way of making Christmas morning
As merry as can be
I close my eyes and see shining faces
Of all the children who now have
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