me You come to the Boulevard newly Take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds Four twelves in
? Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin' ourself By not bein' ourself We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time
arches of the brilliant silence, coloured at dawn, and twilit by the twittering of birds; in the moon shining down on the shrew on my step; at the freshly cut grass; at the sound
(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette) She sits by the window Stares into the night Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside Far beyond the atmospheres, she is
the juggernaut. The line is delicate. The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring, To be later filled by bullies and egotists. We can
might be crying but she aint shocked her son lived and died by the fucking rock and thats how the story goes everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by
As he's cuffing it, how my mic sound? Thinking on the low, it's perfect when he put the mic down Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient Sound
Bible squawks revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening. Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb
wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god But havin children by
I can just remember the number I just, the number For me to patrol Just another area That shows I got soul Just another area For me to patrol
in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues From the streets beneath my feet to the sun I'm number one and competition
present Chicago's hottest show in the world. Two Jazz babes moving as one. The Kelly sisters! [Velma Kelly] Come on babe Why don't we paint the town
when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake Enterprise and see Indelible, the number
going Hey, the world ain't slowin' down For no one It's a carnival calling out to you And it sounds like a song It hits you like scripture You paint
rest'll be history Plat i um until they stop listenin' Then your baby's back like ribs I know you been missin' me, I almost forgot to mention it Ever hear a sound
put you ass on you back I won't play no games wit cha boy You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue Yeah I like that man That shit sounds kinda funky
' I said, these streets keep me rollin' I won't stop 'cause these presidents I'm holdin' You see I'm a killer by heart A G by nature You see these ho
like Mag but you cant All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year By this time next year the