Edie Beale, a former debutante once known as 'Body Beautiful Beale'..." They called me Body Beautiul Beale. It's true. That was my whaddyacallit... my sobriquet - "...are living on
lover from Dubuque to Jersey City Should rejoice! COMMITTEE: We rejoice! JUDGES AND COMMITTEE: When the angels up there designed her, They designed a thoroughbred; And on
keep your head low The world I know.. is a world much too slow! Can't move fast enough chi-ild You better stay on the low child! [T-Mo] Uhh, my eyes
bad guy in a ski mask guy I been gettin' cash guy Ever since my dad died Me and my real boys in Mazda has Bitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll
wifey my homey Molded controlled me slowly showed me Its only dough You hold me boldly coldly like a .9 Use me cock me back and blow my mind You're
To Survive, Lyte Is Too Right... Keep My Eyes On New Sights I Continue To Plight So, When Try To Hurting Me Even Deserting Me... Know That I Am Designed
to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal
myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy
Watching the expressions on the faces of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one soul before the smile
Me Neglected- I See Just How It Could Be- N I See It In Your Eyes As Youre Lookin Back At Me. [Hook:] [Big Tone:] Look Into My Eyes N Tell Me What U
same as if I just walked in I was twelve at the time, held nines, held mines A frail mind, criminal thoughts well-designed Then the Older Gods put me on, on
guy I been gettin cash guy ever since my dad died me and my real boys in Mazda-has bitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll if I wanna ride I cop
attraction Searching for the night club scene Cause you're so Hollywood You're so Hollywood And you're looking for some action With your flash bulb eyes
head low The world I know.. is a world much too slow! Can't move fast enough chi-ild You better stay on the low child! [T-Mo] Uhh, my eyes are a glare
My rhymes alone make me remarkable Hand me the mic and watch me do the impossible I rip and run on MCs with a tight fist Close my eyes grit my teeth And
close your eyes Who ain't ready, holler out I Well ain't nobody hollering, acause all is perfect The groove is a wave, and my rhyme's a surfing The track design
said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you would, now leave me alone You pick and you wish on