, You can't think about it, You're like the books along your wall You're jaded, Overrated, There's no doubt about it, So here's a new book for you to
Evil dreams and the coming rain, Rain must be true, I read it in a New York Times book review, I read it in a New York Times book review So that's what
[Intro:] Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat. Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop forward hop back. Hop, hop hop. [Verse 1:] The second somebody
face to face with a serpent Demon is the same think it is when it aint White like snow or black like coal Yellow like the moon and red(read) like a book
Gather around, gather around We are about to spark this potential energy and we gonna channel it to one source because the energy can, and will be dictated
[Jabberwocky] Excuse me, does anyone have the time? No!!! [Aceyalone] If you knew what makes me tick It'll probably make you sick Lay my days of my
[Intro:] Can't hold on. [Hook:] Hold on is what they say But I say open up your hands and let it fly away Until the day it comes back and it was meant
Let's begin Asalaam alaikum, people of good will I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill to finally reveal the open-end chapter As real
The hunter and the hunted They hunt for you they hunt for me The hunter and the hunted They hunt for you they hunt for me The hunter and the hunted They
was born.. I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets and the beats and the books
[Aceyalone] Music please... Yeah You want to know the reason You want to know the reason The reason is we gotta have those guidelines I'ma break the
[Hook: x2] The more I look around the more it hurts My livelihook is poisoned my works Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer With a foreign face and
As I awaken Born from the slums and taken Through the ritual, childhood, puberty, adulthood, maturity And mastery of me And my surroundings counting
[Chorus] The walls have ears, the windows have eyes and a wise man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows have eyes and a dead man tells no
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock
Today Sunday On the nineteenth day of October at one a.m. Nineteen ninety seven I had a vision No, well not exactly like a vision No but like a sight
Wait, I really don't have the gots for this, it must have been abstracted with my appendix, or maybe it grows with my wisdom teeth. Wait, it might be
in your mind Wheels of bullshit turn just Like the karmic wheel of samsara Let it write its own course Just a passage in an empty book To hell with your