hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus, baby What you got a feelin' for? I can show you new things Have you feelin' spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these
hail Mister Lyrical Spades of the Opus baby What you got a feeling for? I can show you new things Have you feeling spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these
de moi Ton frigo lui au moins,ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas Frederique, Sebastien et Thomas Louis, Vincent meme ton Jean-Francois Bruno, Richard, Marc
all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling for? I could show you new things, have you feeling spiritual. Pastor Kerney Thomas
Down on the rocks Adjacent to the shore Lie the remains of a broken heart, a shattered soul for sure It screams out silently to the indifferent passersby
Well its Sunday afternoon, and Monday is comin up too soon, and I try to get close to you But it feels kinda wrong, so Im movin on Oh, I got perennial
If youre foolin Only foolin All I ask is why? And if youre playin Girl, all Im sayin is Feelings sure cant lie But if youre lying Oh, baby keep on lying
London Bridge is falling down But you, my girl, are nowhere to be found The sky is clear, the air is crisp But something is amiss Am I really alone again
Yes, we are living in a multi-colorful world, But I believe there are some colors that you still havent seen So Im gonna take you on this afternoon excursion
From the top, middle, bottom, to the city projects Theres a rarified entity the people call Respect I hear its hard to come by Namely from the folks
Well theres something about September That makes me feel so new inside And Im thinking by mid-November Ill be ready for our hearts to collide Well,
Tell me what would you do if I Left on this train tomorrow Would you chase that train down To the end of the platform? And would you leave your love
frappe a la porte, "qui c'est ?", "c'est moi nene, ils m'ont relaches !", je savais que ca ne pouvait que marcher, j'ai marche. [Boss One] Contrat moral
achete une paire de bigatanes, a qu'elles sont jolies les specialites catalanes, Je suis descendu a Ceret, (a Ceret !) C'etait un samedi, il y avait le marche
my style will survive when your now turns to then El-P, vastly crapaphobic 3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise You hold toast, well I hold Thomas
dans l'eau Et l'eau a la bouche en pensant a tous les jolis petits lots nouveaux Modeles, lunettes et maillots pour Fredo, Rico, Marco Franco lui
