importance AS unrealistic as the concept may be Feeding the ongoing circle No means of retribution Only a single escape The last line of defense Throughout
cosmic importance AS unrealistic as the concept may be Feeding the ongoing circle No means of retribution Only a single escape The last line of defense
you like a glove When the night comes falling from the sky. I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river, You must have been protecting someone last
: The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on
Ye winds that blow by borden's grove. Will I ever hear you more Where the primrose grows And the violet blows. Where the trout and salmon play. With line
our bags and travel alls. from the lee of the wall he comes in the chang and the chariot and all his eunuchs in thrall can scarce lift his line and lariat
: (feat. Pharrell Williams, T.I. & Keyshia Cole) [Diddy:] Last night, I couldn't even get an answer. Tried to call, But my pride wouldn't let me
the sheets I write verses, while the Devil curses Watchin young kingpins get put in hearses The fiends lurkin for the dream merchant Their last days seems
to sign By blood I'm in this squad for life Hear out my wind pipes and I just chime I'm the reason you guys won't say that line I'm crazy renegade like
smile He'll come to you But like the wind He's here today then gone away Be born again Come taste the exhibition Chorus: Take a number Come and join the line
So get your ass in fat boy You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking wind pipe
: (feat. Shadii of The Force MD's) [eerie winds blow] [winds die down as beat drops] [Inspectah Deck] It had to be this way This is for real Nobody
the winds across the meadow seem to hide a tear. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here. [Hum line about caretaker:] It hasn't been the same. [Repeat last line
peter pan nach nimmerland ich mein ich tauch den fuller tief hinein bring tinte aufs papier und lass sie schimmern in ner line ich kiff n kilogramm allein
: (Slater/Tate) Mother hides her face. She drops to her knees, Her sacrifice complete. The last of her line. What's left of her name? Nothing will
: THE KILLER (Slater/Tate) Mother hides her face. She drops to her knees, her sacrifice complete. The last of her line. What?s left of her name? Nothing
they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in line to take it to the limit. Its not like three sheets to the wind, we're wide
