a la fois Qui, un jour, s'unissant, Ont fait ce matin-la ? Est-ce l'un, est-ce l'autre ? Vraiment, je ne sais pas Mais, pour tant de beaute, Merci, et chapeau bas
No pots dir no Sigues incongruent Hauras de perdre la por Baixar a l'infern dels teus sentiments Tu tens la clau del candau Sempre han dit que tu ets
said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this" Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger [Chorus x2] [Verse
up, you gonna go to the big city Meet a, man named Peter Gonna look like a white boy but he's a def MC He got soul.. comin out his asshole!"
the woody man, I have Yo let me tell you somethin man, you're a GIRLIE MAN You're a flabber man, I am a muscle man I think you are my auntie Cause I am
up smart or you wound up dead Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group A modern day production
shade, or nothin else A time of tension, racially fenced in I came off (and all the brothers blessed him) I left more than a mark, I left a dent Cause
to go to the motels but your ass won't know to the hotels Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures A portrait, a self far from ?? My discussion of impression
Serch] Servin the role, a sole step-child Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin While wakin up to noise of 3rd B-A-S-S, Bass Success is butter for Serch's space
I'm never givin, on the flipside Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd
re a goner (You're thinkin that you had) Lyrics to the A.M. but the house needs a swinger You st-st-st-st-stutter, but I'm a stinger (My rhymes so potent
I drum lyrics in your egg case Space filled, darkness a blank face Recognize unknown throne at deep depths A Prime Minister incites a slow death of a
Smoke filled the tight-packed system A rack of skirt, kit for a victim A three-stage pleasure on a principle as I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!) A
boy you need medical attention I'm like a surgeon in my left hand hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider
Bass'll express, KMD Three blind mice on sight Zev Lover, gave it the first light A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (HUAHAH) What a tangled web they weave
the taste By adding just a pinch of this country fried bass c.mon Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby. Let me freak you down to the bass,(repeat)X4
it ever started flying. your flag was burning, was burning down everyone in true salute. sense of commitment. A sense of pride. i heard you say that we shared a
a lie! It's a lie! It's a lie! It's a lie It's a lie! So when you're feeling might low Not just a little, but a lot You realize you're all messed up