There's no need to pay The money's on its way We don't want you coming home Out on your own, always alone Looks like you've made your own bed Made a
There's no need to pay The money's on its way We don't want you coming home Out on your own, always alone Looks like you've made your own bed Made
of me Come and live inside of me CHORUS Mold and make me with Your fire And consume me with Your love Until Your will is my desire All that I have and hold on
in my own humble estimation I love the planet The great benign she-wolf Benefactor Spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence When all the rose gardens are consumed
up and dance But you have to change this - take a chance Turn the tables, We know you're able Don't just consume Make your own tune. The music,
you and go to your shows To sell you the shit that destroys your brain That you snort up your nose or shoot in your vein We'll start a riot at your police
from the get-go, hello Set to the echo, pyscho Pen got a mind of it's own, gotta write my rhymes with a timer otherwise I'll probably vibe out to a nine
buildings whose foundations weren't sound But the roars which filtered down Were a devastating sound 'Twas God informing them he was around CHORUS : Keep your eyes on the ground In your own
the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never Cos I'm too clever, however I own my own label Partners with
your boof on. Get You boof on. Ohh get your boof on cause it?s a good song and get your boof on. Get your boof on tonight get you boof on tonight. Get
let you own my fears Please don?t let go of me And I will carry on with your burden on my shoulders Where?s the white washed tomb out of which your god
in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
memories of play the role to your part librarian find me the pole the one that kicks your head in with my own time role your own innocence by grab on
swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!) You's a victim and since you got your own mind It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time Choose your
line blow his dumb mind and be out of there by lunch time Dressed to impress with my best clothes on just then the Judge stepped in with a red robe on (hold on
into any screaming dedication to miseries undenied. You scream out, backs turn Deliverance and suffer unto your own Surprise delay on sufferance, I'm
them super emcees settin' them Long Island degrees [Maseo:] I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east and get your bank roll split bangin' dents out your
bound and shot? (Huh?) You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung with a letter in your own handwriting motherfucker [Chorus] w/ "Get out your