Won?t you tell me If we?re heading for a fall Are we still confused at all Won?t you tell me Tonight If we can move a little closer If we can get a
Talk to me I can only hear your breath Don?t hold back Set my mind at ease Tell me don?t wait till the morning breaks I need to know I need to know
You must be out there Every time I?ve got an hour on my hands I hope you feel me Every now and then I understand the fact that you believed me How
So many people looking for happiness Expecting more of a brighter day You?d sell your soul running from loneliness Instead of giving yourself away When
I won?t pretend tonight That what I did was right I know I broke your heart I tore it all apart Do you believe in destiny And second chances Stay
You can't keep me holding on I've giving you some time I can't make you come along if you don't share your mind Every time you close your eyes I know
I have come all this way Time to make a turn Will I make it right I?ll live and I?ll learn I?m playing my own song now I will survive a change of key
You can get me right there where I want to be Feeling it all over deep inside of me Every time I think I?m close you take me closer Even now when you
you see I`m horny bow shalak I`m the rhyme driller if you don`t believe here`s another floor filler westside aiii, shot the DJ aiii, shot the DJ turn
And here's a story about being free
Uh, to the top dog Get 2getha, Hi-C, get 2getha AMG Get 2getha, 2nd II None, get 2getha again Everybody wanna know where we been, what we doin' Do we
so, I'ma drop 'em on ya like this Check it out, to the brothers who put me on In hip hop I'm talkin' 'bout grandmaster KAZZ Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika Islam, Africa Bambata Roger from encore
So you gotta have mind Pale Like your brother say Mind over matter I can drop rhymes in two and threes and fours I'd still have much shit left for encores
So get your hands up, now get your hands up Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight Sub-atomic never get the best of me Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul
my mum thought 'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door Now I drive past the bus I used to run for Where's my fucking clap, where's my encore
and fuckin' slam before I drown Hit my bottom so hard I bounce twice suffice this time around It's different them last two albums didn't count Encore
many, from the library (Woy) I teach HIP-HOP for a living So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin KRS-One two three four, encore I'm not a freshman