was no debate, we had to end the hate The name of the game was Stop the Violence And unity, knowledge, and self-reliance We started talkin' 'bout Martin
By David Allan Coe Dedicated to Dr. Martin Scheid who saved my life when my appendix busted in Houston, and to all the people who came to my last concerts
yaself down a minute and kiss em now you in child support court tryin to claim that you miss em.... oh really why they take Tupac and Biggie ya dig, Martin
hotter than any you other cats get Practice You lack this I'm the real McCoy First with Jeff I was startin' Then with Martin I'm a Badboy See more green than David
little punk You the rap david doer the rap bibler The coacher stealer, niggas ain't with ya I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin Don't
St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or plunder At the moment I'm not dead like David
givin' her mouth to mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I dropped to black cards, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I
(C) 1982 Pulse Music Ltd All songs written by David Hinds except "Your House" written by Phonso Martin All songs published by Pulse Music Ltd Produced
(4'06) Michel Miguel Marie Farid Djamel Marcel Johnny David Victor Keiko Igor Solal Mounia Antonio Nastassia Pascual
learn his lesson again. There's no food in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate, OK, lets load up our nigga haters and get of the chain, ma ma ma Martin
[Riley Martin sample] I told them of the Hale Bop comet 7 years ago... It is running if you will notice on our sensors we have picked up a ship beneath
My name is Martin Fry, F-R-Y Who needs the moon When we got the stars A-B-C A-B-C A-B-C Hi, I'm Eden I'm eager to kiss my snatch A-B-C A-B-C Howdy
, the tools out They 550, 212, G-mack, pool out Leave 'em layin', stinkin' That's the way I'm thinkin' New York hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
King Selassie always (Oh yes!) Verse 1: Just like Ashumba I am naw gon turn an recant Another in Selassie I name A no Malcolm X an Martin Luther
All songs written by Andy Latimer except 'After Words' by Ton Scherpenzeel. All lyrics by Susan Hoover. Produced by Andy Latimer. Engineered by David
'm a down diva done niva Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze into a wife beater Yep I'm a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah What yah
it the rest is all fluid Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it Ain't nobody bleedin?, I guess it's all music Shawty the kush still burnin?, Aston Martin
SPRINGSTEEN "Oh, Jean, what am I going to do?" VAN HALEN "Oh, I'm sorry, Carol, you were too close." TINA TURNER "Sorry? What good does THAT do?" DAVID