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De La Soul Soundtrack Exclusives Rarities

wanna think I wanna feel I don't got no tail I rock n roll My rack n roll I've got the soul I've got the soul ? ? ? ? , etc.

power What a moment we could seize in our finest hour Everything in time happens in this light Though our hands are tied We will still survive Taste the music of my soul

She is gone, seventeen And her son, just turned three Lives off of society and contempt Feeds her son pays the rent And I wonder who's to blame

Sync) it also heals your soul (Bl??mchen) Chorus (Brian-BsB) Let the music heal your soul let the music take control let the music heal your soul

you can't count on me I'm a give a cockroaches, mos definitely [posdonus] Now the apartment is getting kinda hot up in here I guess a de la soul jam'

dialogue Yo, I smell black fog That's right, me and Mase Blew it to clear your ass straight out of this sector This is De La Soul wax So wait until

Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush Stickabush

But I have not seen it now or ever Women descending on escalators Coupled with this but also the same thing Dolled up and spat out so many denominations

(M. Doughty) The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.