Speech behind speech That teaches itself under the touch and sight In the night-bound city Uncovers spaces where no spaces were before Language of light
Setting: Bizzy is walkin' outside tha studio and tha Ecstasy Instrumental comes on... Bizzy Bust out like dis.. " You mothapukkas say mothaphukkas
Hope, could it be so lost? Or is it under appreciated just like the rest? Death, couldn't be so bad Or is it under appreciated just like the rest? Just
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"Dilated" "Mind created minds" "Every word is heat" (Feel the impact) "Dilated expand" "Platform, Platform, Platform" (The remix) [Evidence] Yo (
MR. BROWN What the fuck was I talking about ? MR. ORANGE You said "True Blue" was about a guy, you said it's a girl who meets a nice guy But "Like
I don't want to hear tonight your sorrowful complaint/ You are looking for something that nobody will ever give you/ Freedom of speech, that is how you
This is a song about Spike He is a bad ass guy Who just happens to be A really good friend of mine Everyone I know, yeah Who knows Spike too Will agree
I guess everyone has their favorite singer their favorite entertainer Mine was Gentleman Jim Reeves Now I only know he was the great person the great
Intro: Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One. Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex so I say...
Chorus 1 (2x) Come and sex me(right now), Come and sex me(right now), Come and sex me(right now,right now,right now,right now) Chorus 2 (2x) It's the
Have you omitted to say Those rubber bullets don't bounce off you? Oh, in cry, hear it in stereo I'll cry after everything is done and dusted I may convince
Intro [saukrates] {choclair} [pour fador] {hear this} [hey, I got my reasons man. conkescador. respect 'em] {let me just say this} [you know what I'm
If you say something to me An' you mean, you mean what you say An' you're wanting my attention There's a game you must play Body language Body language
Hey sexy, my lovely lady No one can make me feel as good as you do Your action produces satisfaction You let me know what you're feeling by the way that
With my face drained of colour and my brain of blood like Billy Budd I'm lashed to the grating; with senses growing duller and with quaking heart I make
I don't speak Portuguese, Chinese Vietnamese, Arabian, Bulgarian Italian, French or German But I know what you mean Yeah, I know what you mean Eyes lock
In a manner of speaking, I just want to say That I could never forget the way You told me everything By saying nothing In a manner of speaking, I don