When I was asleep I saw my camera frog When I go back I want to see her again Put the picture of what you want to dream Under your pillow and have a
[Intro:] Fresh! I wanna hear you say! fresh! ok Thank you, I can hear you man, lawd a mercy Uptown posse man dem love fresh I wanna hear you say yes
: Come gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches
And there's farewell note to mother That will conclude "your loving Son" "Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done" [Chorus] So an artist drags
lost in darkness Crying out in vain But no one knows how to reach you You're lost in darkness again By her hair he drags her He's free of other's eyes
: (B. Dylan) Come gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men
moving. So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into yo coat throwed over the chair. The feeling of sitting at the red
high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by Stay red eye No need to get fly I get rush (RUSH) when I'm rollin' 'em up The other day I saw sonz in the theater
Mountain man reverted to that of a primate Savage Neanderthals, until the late Paleolithic age That's when the Black Grimaldi man came With the symbol of the dragon
y'all, get wit it Check it out... (Verse 1) Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid Since you're down with other shit, let's see if you're
nowadays Inside my lab, I'm going mad Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the
miles per second through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted
The flava's the P Funk y'all get wit it, check it out Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid Since you're down with other shit let's see if
thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around the world who contributed
out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew And to you other
clout Anger is driving around in a red wrangler Looking for all you black stranglers To squeeze your reasoning try to find the answer You try to rob you'll get a jolly rancher For ya dragon
others heard that they seen along the bottom, Are all the bodies of the girls and boys preserved and remaining half-rotten. The water's fit with murky mud, the weeds are red
because you feel it Doesn't mean it's real Now it's clear, the air in here Is dragging down the shine as it grows thicker Others say magic's gone away