You gave me this, made me give Your silver grin, still sticking it in You have soul machine, soul machine The longest kiss, peeling furniture days Drift
I woke up at seven and my body was vibrating I was wrapped up in a blanket, I was gray, damp and sore The bedroom was an engine and my heartbeat was erratic
This is the realest shit I ever wrote, what's fear? fear is an emotion what is death? Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist misguided angel I'm dangerous
[Intro] My name is [rewinds] my name is And we've made a wild and wonderful record for you We will tell you all kinds of things to do and be and you can
[Intro] Mr. Impossible can do the most amazing things For instance, he can jump over a house [whistling sound] Impossible! [Mad Child] Yo, ay I ain't
ghostface: hey, yo that's soul right there don't touch that radio. kid: Fuck you g: what'd u just say? kid: shut the fuck up g: come on before i beat
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? One, two, three and
I heard ya wanna know about me, Where I'm at and who I be And why they call me Jumpsteady I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds With so much flavor
Look this is the world's debut of these damn fools Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it
Master P Golds in They Mouth Lyrics [Chorus 2X: Master P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Heeeeey What's happenin, y'all? This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby [number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant
[Tung Twista] relaxin maxin to the maximum to tracks a hum the wicks where the stacks are from inside the styles of a funky lyrical wiz what a miracle
None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 1] Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found I know you can tear the mic down -
[Tung Twista] back to school lets go back to school lets go lets go back to school to the oldschool [chorus 4x] lets go back to school to the old school
[VERSE 1] Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks Mufflin up the mic with funky black licks Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus
[VERSE 1] Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz Idryss'll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like class
[VERSE 1] Droppin a flow like this be breakin the suckers And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel of my tongue And be makin em manifest
(Say what, say what, say what - what?) [4x] [VERSE 1] I'm rockin a rhythm, and I'm never wick (what?) wack I'm rockin a rhythm, and I'm never wick (what
