Don't give up on me now This is a fight that we can win Don't give up on me now I feel a pulse, pulse, beat, beat, beating The trouble is with love
't give up on me now This is a fight that we can win Don't give up on me now I feel a pulse, pulse, beat, beat, beating The trouble is with love and
play the sideline, ride rhymes in your spare time cause I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose And we have only touched on the surface
entertainment Meets the lust for blood and demerits [Verse 1:] Cutters of the pie, throw your summers in the sky Collar-pop Jolly Roger die, motherfucker, die! Apache on
under the surface of calm I manage to draw above me to pass through hours away. I do not recall the time and place, but somehow your pulse now warms
single light on the surface of the earth Power was generated, but not used at all A comprehensive told of an immense, electromagnetic pulse in a scale
huh Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh) Eyes in my mind, pulse
these statements Raise children off pavement... Pulse on frauds hasten When confronted with styles from gutter basements Set to build like Freemasons, on
,000 feet above a silent surface, I detect the first trace of vibration. A ripple on the surface. A hum beneath the water. It swells rapidly to a womblike pulse
this (and uh) More than you allowed to surface Fall from your lips So what?s really goin? on in the center of your core I can feel the pulse beat to what
late to find yourself, New life intention. The pulse of life is fading, Smoke filled and hazy, We will strive on, Forwards in motion. We wont die, Without
on me. It's awake even when you sleep. It breathes without heartbeats, Makin' me incomplete. And now I know what I know, Expect a demon down below, To surface
down south, to deep in the woods From my hood (people) to my hood, let's make it better, overstanding (People) To six million people, that on this planet
god mirrors to the animals wait till it get my hands on you i won't forget a face that left me just you wait till i get my hands on you i can't you
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt I pass satellites "You
nigga on the block, never seen him before Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As
come crashing Down on your face, ripping your veins out Your insides win and kill you from within And the seas will rise as serpents Spawned from the mouth of Earth's surface