to survive When we're hungry...love will keep us alive When we're hungry...love will keep us alive When we're hungry...love will keep us alive
dark Eve had to ask, Eve had to ask What is wrong with this Here is the place, now is the time Let's invent the kiss Lumina Come and wrap around me
savage! Ladies and gentlemen, there is no cause for alarm! The Cannibal King has been subdued and is under our control! There is nothing to fear! Please
attitude is anemic [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type
the day Will not come until the One is revealed. The man of sins is the son of perdition. The Prince of Darkness will live under his name. One King will
on fashion avenue Impersonating real men not knowing who they really were Now here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and good The kids are up late dreaming
finesse and his whole name across his chest he may be able to fly all through the night but can he rock a party til the early light he cant satisfy you with his
creation. As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history. It seems as though time must betray us, yet we're alive
and his whole name across his chest he may be able to fly all through the night but can he rock a party til the early light he cant satisfy you with his
both positive and negative, I'm like two people Both from New York, New York, so trife they named it twice Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with
, many more than I'd Even care to bear in my mind From the darkest of all places I found you All the limbs in their right places There my place is and
is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
down on fashion avenue impersonating real men / not knowing who they really were now here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and good the kids are up late dreaming
is anemic [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight
up in his hood with the woods by demony Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live My music is the mob, it is what it is Strap to a tee, it's real as it
go at last our hero yes is done dove, safe through several more hypothetical "seconds before death," unto the never similar wilds of his ground teeth powered and b-movie dreams
waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me boys Time - He flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is
