turf [Andre Nickatina] The G'S come in three's like piano keys If your honey going buzzin' with those honey bees And banana tree's and fly can of peas And
I don't know where to find you I don't know how to reach you I hear your voice in the wind I feel you under my skin Within my heart and my soul I wait
mountain Oh if someone plays piano with some simple chords So melodic and endearing too And oh if someone plays guitar with the old piano And maybe you can hear
from, four eye, cock and name one Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat Each rhymes I wrote, aimed at the ivory coast Piano keys I tap, like a nervous
beat And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart
Come to mama do Some part of your heart twists and turns in mine Your soul rises There's an angel in charge There's one note that weeps the truth And
and reverse Sublime moon ascends Impure as my soul full of fervency Her lips are bewitching me Lucid and pure to appease despondency And then heaven
money in the dead of the night And her soul's in the sugar and her heart's in the mud And she's crying with a stranger for someone to love And she sings
never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singing in the choir Me I heard another song I caught wind and hit the road runnin' And Lord I been
' to my God, lookin' for the right road Won't somebody hear my plea Somebody help me please Trade my soul, I'd trade my soul Give my like to that rock and
the emotional damage is more subtle Senator Hollings: Willy nilly over the air ?: (And hear it now . . . hear it . . . hear it . . . ) Senator Hollings
of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted
hear it again today You know my temperature's risin' and a jukebox blowin' a fuse My heart's a beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps a singin' the blues Roll over Beethoven and
the nearness of you embodies my every move;and with the taste of every breath I need you more and more?I need you??Glacia Robinson Credits: Written and
half as much soul as me I got soul in my ankles, soul in my hips Soul in my back and soul in my fingertips In my shoulders and in my wrist I even got soul
Death written in code The Word of God brought to life, that'll save ya soul.. Save ya soul motherfucker...save ya soul.. Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2]