: It happened again, I'm back to square one. I can't fight the feeling, there's nowhere to run. I got myself into another bind. Another mishap, another
It happened again, I'm back to square one. I can't fight the feeling, there's nowhere to run. I got myself into another bind. Another mishap, another
: I ruff up the MIC Like a dark side fin Something black coffee With sugar and cream One, two, jumping crew What you gonna do Three, four, hardcore Rock
, radios appear Midnight was the barrier, back in 1963 Each night the covers were unfolded Each night it's susie's turn to ride While charles, the one
, - what he say ?, get slain, won't say It another day Metaphore impact, chests cave in, big way Like 'death becomes him or her' Big hole unfold, unwise
beat We would stand on the street, with our hands on our heat Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet Of Reynold's wrap, one smack, leave
reached on my right and realized my woman's gone I got up to bring her to bed to hit her some more But I found this envelope sitting on the pillow I opened it, unfolded
Of Santo Domingo Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed Now they are rolling And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks Where fear is unfolding
have landed on the shores of santo domingo. Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
of Santo Domingo. Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks where fear's unfolding
to Mo City CMG, KMJ, this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One
salt The company of salt For some it's just another taste Unfolding in some time to waste It surely missed them For him it seems a sullen pride Unfolding
[Verse One: Kalage] My shorty done cut me loose, and left me in the wind Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in the pants He's 60, she's
stop to plot and conspire a word of reality the endless unfolding of words, of ages and mind a word of the modern a word of the faith that never balks one
ran From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fans Under pressure, time to dress up for the block again Now watch the plan Unfold Mama pray for my soul I'm
the one Dark energy [Solo] Numbers are crunching Perplexing void Erratic equation Must be destroyed Genius in question Answers unfold Dark energy [
From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fans Under pressure, time to dress up for the block again Now watch the plan Unfold Mama pray for my soul I'm burnin