, its like we never left Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change Whos feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain Black Magic, are we dreaming in
across my head forming a turban Do not disturb him a stranger said Standing at the side of my bed placed a crown upon my head My eyes were black pearls
and I'll copy you" Put your hands up and I'll copy you If you've got a dream and a lot to do Put your hands up Now shake, shake, a Polaroid dream Nightmare
my niggas, hop out the car Hand on my mac, cock back, ready to clap Up in Iraq, see my niggas hustlin' crack The same scheme from Queens when you livin' your dreams
time I said me a few choice words All about that demon automobile A metal box with the polyglass wheel The end result to the dream of Henry Ford Well
yeah!! Chorus 2x [rampage] All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to this All my rampage niggaz just bounce to this All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to this All my
my feet all you see is nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight
My dunn call this shit Animal Rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted niggas saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some Hurricane
Sixteen, I found my dream machine Turn the key and every light turned green Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream And it was loud, yeah Me and the
sweet hotter than rapid fire Slipped her my twoby hookers from the Oak to Crenshaw Super pimp, smoke the Kryptonite and wit the Lois Lane wit the hurricane, my
my telephone, ring my telephone If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it Ring my telephone, ring my telephone Ring my telephone
my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip Ain't that a bitch? You can't tell a nigga shit So I mind my own, find my home, now I'm in the zone Behind
to love you but I get so blown away. I am just a dreamer, and you are just a dream, You could have been anyone to me. Before that moment you touched my
purpose an when you hurt we got a spot you was trippin gettin hot wanna shoot me wit yo glock wanna hope my album flop but never that, my shit is phat my
14 with my passion and 15 with my best 16 with my ego and zero with the rest, oh yeah My heart is a POW, tangled in my chest I don't know how to communicate
guitar Was it so familiar calling soft my name, "Teena" Sunlight dancing slowly through loves window panes And you made love to me like sugar and spice Hush my
Oh yeah Oh yeah Standin' at the shore A hurricane calls my name Beyond all I dream The electric ocean Oh yeah, oh yeah The spirit is free Where the
The river will pull me down Why am I trying to fight it They cut my feet They bite my head And breathe now Broken hearts Missing parts Everyone feels
