(voice) The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the
right off if you think that i 'll play a part in this system that was doomed right from the start a system built on slavery, domination, and degradation production
to be an MC In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody want to be a DJ In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody want to be a producer In
on my own But homes I could set the tone myself And make the track that I could rap on myself I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself Went in the booth produced
sense of humor as we like it. And we had some cool moments there and that's all caught on the album. Yeah, the production that Chris Tsangarides has
would please But I let it slip away I'm looking out for someone Someone to keep the faith Someone to keep the faith Written and performed by Jane and Reg Webb Produced
have cloth and we have honey and we have second sight But what we need is faith indeed So we can say Never mind it's alright Never mind it's alright Produced
Oh joy Wont you draw me near Oh peace Wont you show yourself here Oh love Wont you show me what you're made of Cos I've waited for faith hope and charity
grace A kind of wisdom and a certain faith But it's all I can manage To keep this place of mine Alive a?¦ alive All I do is pray a?¦ Produced by Mark
Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A dying grace, a gift Our lives are saved by our own incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
["Modern man pathetic example of earth's organic heritage." - Greg Graffin. ] I was broke so I sold my time They got me working on the production line
ready to give a scratch? Yep, like poison ivy It's the nineties, the year for change, can you prove it? I made this beat, I'm an invincible and I produced
Called untitled space If it's your man Then why the hell is he chillin' in my ride (why) He told you he was faithful The nigga must have lied (precisely
Satisfy Your Man! Ann, Kind Of Intellectual Beautiful And Very Tall. Wonder Why Your Phonebill's High? I Promise She's The Reason Why. Faithfulness
south bronx, or patterson ? ? The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off Retali' and swear he could damage em dunn But that will shatter his mom's faith
surround you in a gentle caress Protect you from the world of hate And the earth is full of lurid madmen Misogynists abound waiting to produce your fall
Performed by Heather Small Written by Heather Small and Steve Booker Produced by Peter Vettese Published by BMG Music / Windswept Music (London) Ltd.
strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith