a live one I think that he was the true +God's Son+ - not Jesus, but fearless His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear somethin not to his likin,
but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin
abuser The creature takes what it wants We have no future, All hope is gone Just crush the weak, the winner takes it all Money makes them breathe, but not
all know what a Bianca is, Most of 'em want to diss, Don't come unless you want the biz. It ain't nothin' but real women in my circle, not them phony
an independent, talented individual, But workin with the industry is a reindeer game And they call me rudolph the red They know I don't rip off the mic but
thinkers of scholars and great drinkers but above them all for splendour was the queen of all Argyll and if you could see... so my lads I need must leeve you my intention's not
to do I'll show them all Oh, back home... As a child I overheard And I'm not going that way And I'm not going that way I'm not going that way Cause
beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even There
fun No one tells 'em how their life is run And no one points at them with a gun They have a lot of love for every living creature The smile of a dolphin
slick, then I stop and say 'man, that's sick', but I'm not alone in this train of thought, alot of people think it, but they don't get caught, they just
by my side Gallang so nuh bag a noise (Nuh bag a noise) Burn up I'll pop and hit them by surprise You better not move, when I say freeze Because we nuh
them little black kids do they grocery shopping Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent
, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not
vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down the street-followed by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gasses to the brown and nearly worn out air. But
Yea a love that it always around I know you tend to complicate the choice you make But please don't lose something so beautiful Its very lovely But
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with
Talisman grace my hand Figures made of pedigrees Control the non-existent soul of John Smith Walk the creature let it run But slacken not the rope to
I terrorize rap music What manner of creature could do this? Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists You click, perfects target Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' I would not