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the message was clear A friend of mine A fragile ego in it's infancy I blame everyone in the room but me My name’s Narcissus and it's plain to see I'm a catch
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thou'lt aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi' many ties O'hame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first of spring
Slow descent towards dependency So intent to fulfill the prophecy Maternal recession Into infancy Undividable grip Irreversible lock Alone I die
packed My scope is dope my target's marked My words on tracks Growing out of this rap infancy Will you remember me for good or for my infamy? I don't
When the universe was in its infancy There was only love To propel the only forces That existed to do their job In an infinitely tiny space They
mal-nutritioned, each is provided with a guarantee for a successful birth and trouble free infancy. There is however only a small amount of variable choice potential
To cut-a da hair To trim-a da beard To make-a da bristle Clean like a whistle Dis is from early infancy Da talent give to me By God! It take-a da
To share in our infancy in the child's path we've worn. In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth, Did surprise. We'll open his eyes.
the woolly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us Choose they croon the ancient ones The time has come again Choose now, they
Listen to your super ego not your id Age is just another damn neurosis I'll have you regressing back to infancy And back into the womb under hypnosis I
Janitor of lunacy Paralyze my infancy Petrify the empty cradle Bring hope to them and me Janitor of tyranny Testify my vanity Mortalize my memory
infancy Da talent give to me By God! It take-a da skill It take-a da brains It take-a da will To take-a da pains It take-a da pace It take-a da
the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us Choose, they croon the ancient ones The time has come again Choose now, they
Makin' music is the plan Matter fact, you can call it plan B 'Cause I kill these rappers while they're in their infancy And I be first to pop off,
hip-hop seems to me In my mid forties, to be an old thing because it's been around since the early '70s It's actually just in its infancy And if it's not
From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, Long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth, He is the hundred names
the woolly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us Choose they croon the ancient ones The time has come again Choose now, they
Sitting by the telephone Waiting for you to call me Now what are we going to do In this situation were going Through the walls of infancy We
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thou'lt aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi' many ties O'hame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first
Janitor of lunacy Paralyze my infancy Petrify the empty cradle Bring hope to them and me Janitor of tyranny Testify my vanity Mortalize my memory
a youth she held most true, And ever since her infancy He had watched these eyes so blue. The land runs out to the sea It's a narrow neck of land
remember Remember identity, the visions in my mind from Screaming at me And mama, mama, ooh My angry brains of infancy Knocked down but I have
Wake me from my sleep A cautionary tale A walk in infancy A way to derail I wanted only you The walls are falling down And somebody says Ah
For Thy bold confessors' might, For the lips of infancy. Lord of all, to Thee we raise, This our hymn of grateful praise. For Thy virgins'
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