Un once de noviembre A las siete de la noche Hombres armados dispararon sin reproches Contra la gente del municipio de Segovia Llovia a cantaros, la
Mi corazon te besa Ya que mi alma no lo se Tanta belleza Tanta belleza No puede ser Son demasiadas cosas Es mejor ir una a la vez Amemonos esta noche
Are you ready to roll? Funky divas with a cool isle stroll Sending smooth vibes to all our great fans It feels good to be grooving again Chocolate cream
Once there was boy who had vibrant glow, but as it goes, someone took it from him One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan, he said "Will you
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Nine hundred ninety seven revolutions gone 'round the sun The spirits leave as they come Rude people, the meek, the young ones wait without fear So near
You see me running but you don't know what I'm running from My own weakness Come on i've got to speak this truth (When i'm losin my direction) I run that
O, flatfoot motherfucker Make less money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck, squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealin' with the P
Oh yeah well I could see it,feel it The spirit as it was leaving my body No, it would not stay for a while I turned and watch it crawl away So far away
You want me to give a show? Well I don't really want to You want to impress? Well I don't really need to Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you
Time to pay Time to pay Time to pay Time to pay Time to pay, let them burn Punish and erase me It's high time I suffer Count all my addictions That surprise
I come as I am I come when I can This man come complete with confusion I come as I am You know I got to look for Got to find the connections One eye
I'm sorry I couldn't live up to So sorry I couldn't be like you I'm sorry I couldn't become What you are I couldn't have tried any less I hate becoming
Spoken word. Have ya heard? What's it all mean? What does it really mean? What is it? What exactly is it, is it poetry? Is it prose? What is it,
so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like D.E.E.P. You wanna go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
rule of believing E.S.P., E.S.P., E.S.P. Does she have E.S.P.? Yes, she has E.S.P. Does she have E.S.P.? Yes, she has E.S.P. I wanna know, wanna know
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back