to you It got all damaged and undone My ship Liberty sailed away On a bloody red horizon The groundskeeper opened the gates And let the wild dogs run [Instrumental
cheated gold, only sold to who Was told now trembling remembering When I timberland and down listen wait Who's that coming around sounding like that sound
're my impossible love Your the horizon I can see but never ride off into I write my lyrics to you, you the perfect instrumental I sound better than the
with his hurricane beat Asking us to pick ourselves up and become thunder Yeah, they say you can't please everybody Let's go, yeah, they ain't know what that sound
the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound
re bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded
In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease Baracudas movin' and canoein sippin' amaretto I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals Instrumentals
vocabulary Colloquial language I'll use that's secondary And then there is slang and I would use that third And I'll say outrageous things that might sound
it street [chubb rock] Block party, nineteen-eighty-one People havin fun, no one with a gun No ducats, you pay nothin at the gate You escape to the sounds
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it By the sound of the track, you
be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom designed, for instrumental
, Jam Master jammin' Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam He's a one-man band in his own right Jam Master jams to the broad daylight No instruments needed
you rapped, sound like BooBoo Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin' to rap on beat I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
Sweet music girl you tellin me that you want some more I make you sing like a choir higher and higher I put my lips on any instrument that you desire
yeah yeah yeah oh) It minsiter to me Chorus: A love song Beautiful song A love song Sweet simple song Could it be a dream or is it reality Sounds
days When sorrow can nowhere be found And greed shall lay its weapons down And hate give up without a sound One of these days When love by tender instrument
hayaku Natte yuku Kimi ni kami-sama wa Nanika hint wo kureta Kiiroi rolls royce Kiiroi rolls royce Kiiroi rolls royce Kiiroi rolls royce Kiiroi rolls royce (instrumental
Ay-yeah-yeah! You gotta Fly high Ooo, ah-ah-ah You-ah-ah-ah (Fly high) Ooo-ah-hey! I wanna say it now (sax & guitar instrumental) Hey, bring it