gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter
But you gotta search within you, try and find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up And not
tells you babe I feel a little horny She bring you up and then you know you want it I like the way you give it girl Your mouth is dry, Your heart is beating
it all There was freaks and queens and love-ins and has-beens Whisky-a-gogos and all night flamingos A psychedelic explosion in slow motion, Dr Strangelove's bomb
: Jiggy jump to the beat And keep bouncing 30 seconds and counting Hot one, this choice critical Situation is difficult My calibre won't allow me to
You wanna be me In the meantime Bounce to the beat Sing, Music is my life 'Cause my life is music The beat of the Drum in your heart Let's dance (Feel
by heart,I'm too clever "Have you ever been arrested before?" "Nope,never" Da reject all over his face You see no confession,no case Then my boy started illin',talkin' and
wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy
slaves Beat down and murdered and stuffed in their graves You put a slave owner on the one dollar bill And you wanna know why I KILLLL PEOPLE! [Violent J] Bombs
Kanye West] I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye
learn I show, I teach, I run these streets My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet My heart, my soul, my candy
your soundman playa haters and players, we give um' cold stares any last prayers... [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and cause
where pumpers can preach caine In numbers and train like somethin you teach Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas, they vain With guns with range that'll aim and
a good man No m,atter how he ran on the actions of his plan and I be down till the day that I die Loyalty bonafied, my melody and I... uh [sung] 'Coz
plastic, and I eat mics just like acid Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot Hittin your heart with
like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket, makin manuever through the slum nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and
dry wind And it swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth And the dead sand Falling on the children The mothers and the fathers And
the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, For those that envy a MC it can be, Hazardous to your health so be friendly, A matter of life and death, just like