mine, I'll be here till the end of time. But you gotta let me know, wo-wo-wo. Should I stay, or should I go? [Jumping Jack Flash/The Rolling Stones]
wreck men's Not one or two clips I stretch ten My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone
hell was earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin
belgian waffles a jawful. (hook) grab a ounce or bigger then i bounce like tigger, count 3 dollars up and grab a pack of some swishers , im feeli stoned got my cigarillo rolled
Michelle say? Do you love her as much as you love me? I sit alone I watch the phone get dial toned Then you I've known The marrow bone A rolling stone
but deadly She's all about the bank roll, you can tell by the gold Eyes deep enough to engulf your soul She's like Medusa, but you won't turn to stone
my door Never be too blind to see Just what you're lookin' for You roll me over Make me moan, ooh Such a velvet touch You'd melt a heart of stone Anytime
Two out of work models and a fashion slave Try to dance away the Piccolo night The bartender poured herself another drink While two drunks were watchin
't cried still All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops They like to overseaers and we like the slave
are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can't avoid that
You do not dig them, so you say Try them, try them and you may Try them and you may, I say Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance
hooker, she focused A hopeless soul on a lonely road I showed her all my stones and gold I said, ?Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a nigga?
the love burn Rolling out tears like a wave, oh, oh That angel's boy friend left her with nothing But she'll never be his slave You gotta fight, fight
come? [KRS-One] Check it out True underground sound from the Boogie Down Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
and pain It's screaming out your name Hellion -The devil's Hellion child Hellion -will never have to die At the altar of rock 'n' roll you kneel A slave
phone got no soul, yer rolling stone got no soul Yer music scene got no soul, yer answering machine got no soul Yer microdrive, yer toilet slave, you
pain Hex of losses Hell will gain, Blood of children Blood of pig Dig solomon dig dig Dig your grave Be my slave Alot of wicked spirits rave [Chorus:]
Sell me yo soul(11x) I was born a slave, and I'm still a slave, Just because I misbehaved. And you mutha fuckas still tryin' to calm me down, When