Keith's the type of artist to do his own thing There's no A&R out there that can tell him how to make a record You can't tell him he needs to make something
by force suddenly caught him in my arms,& flew westerly thro' the night, till we were elevated above the earth's shadow; then I flung myself with him
sardines and seaweed Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony Listen to the hell we make In a year before your kids 10th birthday came You didn't have
Got behind him on his horse And they rode off together. They rode off together. 6. At night the boss came home Inquiring about this lady. The servant spoke before
Some call him Jehovah, some call him Yahweh, others call him Allah But we are the people who call him Jah But don't matter what you call him, don'
'all See Keith's the type of artist to do his own thing There's no A&R out there that can tell him how to make a record You can't tell him he needs to
I got to get it got to get it [Verse Banks] Rap gone get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga Foolz dont take him i took him
bein' there the minutes before he left. Now I'm in the booth 10 feet from where he lay dead, I think about him on this song and what he might have said
force suddenly caught him in my arms,& flew westerly thro' the night, till we were elevated above the earth's shadow; then I flung myself with him directly
got to get it got to get it [Verse Banks] Rap gone get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga Foolz dont take him i took him
came across him by a river He bid me stay and greet the day A lame old man in ragged clothing Proceeded on to cast a spell Trapped by Magic! (4 times