we did that And after that niggaz gave me my 'spec Bring the yellow tape Bring the yellow tape The yellow tape Bring the yellow tape The yellow tape The yellow
no baby diaper Posted on twitter, showed them niggas that they ain't nicer Given for free, but when I sell it better pay the piper You want bars, well this page
records sold without any affiliation When William Hung and music still had no relation Someone tell Janet, bring back the rhythm nation No gloves, no zipper coats No more Yellow
back Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me But I layed it down telling him to fuck right off chap Phoned this company out the yellow pages
just came home and he need pussy to fall out I get it crump ask the fellow players Kiss hit more hoes than they list in the Yellow Pages It's never
speak to my soul Left the words of old behind In a book yellowing They won't calm the void nor paint T he She She, each page a universe with thoughts
love on our wings Through the years as the fire starts to mellow Burning lines in the book of our lives Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow
is gone. We got to get a new one Not lock Him down in cathedrals and cages I found the eternal woman The fire that leapt from Solomon's pages O,
the king is served golden in his light Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth Revealing yellowed manuscript in the shadow of the king Written here in pages
I am reading today in my book of the past, From it's pages so yellow and old. Each memory of you as I read the book through Is worth more than silver
sealed. I wrote a letter Full of trite confessions About wounds that heal. I heard some gossip, You'd become an alcoholic, You were dryin' out. So I phoned every clinic In the Yellow Pages
occupt my tongue Breathe Bleed Breed... The dark seed The pieces play the game I inhale the true day The past oozes from my cracks History turns its yellow page
like that Shit like that Shit like that Shit like that They cut me off at the clinic I had to fight another doctor I found him in the yellow pages Maybe
Yellow City, yeah Benzino, yeah Yellow Man, yeah Young Hef, yeah (That's what they call me) Yellow City, yeah (That's where I'm from) Benzino, yeah (My
the waves, I'm on a mountain been climbin for days. "The top of the world is just up the way", said the blind man wavin the sage. Chapter 5, 29th page
Fucked ya sister, Im a big shot, get ya picture, macken in My the set flip flops slippers. Money is paper and i guess we in the same page, I'm just tryna