movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try to stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/ for the cross or my thick cuban
he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross
longer in evidence. SHE crosses the landing and starts off down the stairs; a flutter of movement catches JOE's eye and HE turns. NORMA stops on the stairs
you were born Carries with it certain responsibilities. Headmaster Walk in single file out of the classroom, Down the stairs and into the playground. Boys Through the school gates, Cross
Body lies on the floor Very sick complexion Movements drive your lips No more words and no more breath I can feel my tears Running on my cheeks I can
the four corners of the earth holding the four winds of the earth, so that no wind would blow on the earth or on the sea.... or on any tree... I saw another
on it Know when it comes to creation, God's got a patent on it Involuntary heart beat, automated lungs Thoughtless eye blinks, taste buds on the tongue
and burn for twice as long Cause when my pen brushes the pad with an art form that microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on
Canarie Yellow and metal Muzzle to muzzle for hit movement I'm a stop ya blood flow if ya try to stop my chip movement I be on strips doin' My grind thing
said man I die everyday Ya know Time moving so fast Ya know what I'm sayin A day on earth like 1000 years in heaven Ya know depends on how you livin
stripping your eye, I'll drive it down. I'll be the sunday morning to cross, when you wake. (prelude) I see movement in your eye, to get away on
Yo, you feel what I feel then.. MOVE! Girlfriend, you love how it sounds Put ya drink down and.. MOVE! COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! [Inspectah
the brake lights Hit the back door I lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels He makes the rubber squel Blood's on my gear From caps I've peeled About
ran like an athlete on the trac beat and the to pack meat on his back like a back seat you can catch me like a taxi on the back street but god chooses
it was all about textbooks and grades with A's Something hard to juggle as a hiphop slave Skating on pave, or lounging after school with my crew Writing tags on
world, Your girlfriend call herself a dark-skinned, white girl. Got a nice beat, Man come on, He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on. Run-on
now, let?s go let?s go Bounce if you wanna, just Bounce and Bounce And Move if you wanna, just move, and move Come on B-boy?s B-girls hit the floor
smoke and the lighter parts of water, tossed by the wind and moved by the motion of a superior body, without virtue in itself and lifted up on high