dark And at night she`s a snake Dwelling in the pits of the lair of the white worm A secret well preserved She`s lurking in the dark No-one ever made
I need a woman 'bout twice my age A lady of nobility, gentility and rage Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw We'll go right through the book
to my sneaker This shorty's dynamite, she's a shook one from Brooklyn But I represent the Vernon (THE VERNON?) yeah money-earnin Now 4th Street park after dark
all right It?s dynamite! No, I want to wait for someone like you, you No, I want to wait for someone like you To make my life so dynamite Ah ah ah ah ah ah Turn this dark
in basement rooms Your worn-out brides and reckless grooms Are building tombs with pink balloons, Then darkness looms an airless night; Just a matchbook and some dynamite
dem heavy ooh yeh [Verse 1:] Dem a dawg face, Run up inna mi glock face, Rifle shot longer dan a Clarks lace, Mi send di bwoi body to a dark space, Bullets
jackin', I'm stackin' a nigga shit Will invade your mansion, and snatchin' what we can get Guess you didn't see us comin' cuz we came in the dark Blew
Acting tough with looks that kill You got me going and I can't stand still My arms are dying to hold ya tight You're my little dark dynamite you know
what we're here for Back to the war That's what we're here for Back to the war Those bullets in the park Those after dark rendezvous Somebody
livest shit hang-gliding off the side of a cliff Country western bitch been known to chokehold on my dick Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks Sideswipe
Understand; I'm through with the white shit Now I write shit, go in the booth and recite shit Hype shit, uhh, tight shit, dynamite shit Make Benjamin
[K-Rino] Yo! There was a war in South Park Two o'clock of day time the sky was dark I'm running thru blacks smoking dirt Saw Point Blank on MLK looking
Rode with the muggers In the dark and dread And all them sluggers Went down like lead Well he hung with the hoods He wouldn't stroke the fans But he had dynamite
with the muggers In the dark and dread And all them sluggers Went down like lead Well he hung with the hoods He wouldn't stroke the fans But he had dynamite
Sylvestre Matuschka Sylvestre Matuschka One more Buried nugget Of the dark history Of the darkest side of man Austria, 1931 Hungarian hero-World War
gone spectators are tired of watching they're filing out the big top doors i'm buried in the smell of circus those dark clouds are rolling in drunken