one can, you're my My Darling, cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body [Verse 3] "Shady, listen... "SHADY!", you hear that? They're screaming for you, I can
'll be the one to life you high They cast me out I can't go on without feeling in doubt We need the place that only you can give us J-5 what you want
gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gotta be prepared for it, you gotta be prepared for anything [Sample of Malcolm X] "If liberty or dead,
a thimble full of fluid from the emotional ocean that i float on, Romantic notions, i wrote on dead trees, I retrieve, the scrolls and breath below the dead
they write is where they place the faith (Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit? [Outro: Joell
through dumpsters and rifle through the scraps My spirit is starving, I am sad I just wanted to walk my thoughts off and drink a cup of coffee It seems like I can
every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
come on Mutha what? Muthafucka That's right, all day, all night Come on, get down, yes y'all and To the right beat and you can even dance Or, just have
manifestin in their destiny Shit, they just testin me, Mumia's spirit blessin me No alibi, I know Allah is not their ally I believe I can fly, but their
the wise leaving they physical torn Spirit reborn, resurrected, came back whole I'm dead to sin with a relaxed soul [Chorus x2] [Bridge: x4] Am I dead to sin, Am I dead
in this ?promised land? (without you) Special moves to represent (without you) Black eye-lined ? what's meant? (without you) No need to express ?my selves?! Dance, dance, to express yourself! Dance
The spirit's always willing when it's fed; When it's not fed the spirit's dead. And if the spirit really wants to dance It needs a little more than bread
mouth wide Soul, legs and the body Spirit from me now, rise I arrive to take lives and tell lives I'm wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle cries
we know ya dead. [Prevail:] My first spirit dance with the strength of a tribal chief, Deeper then a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry. We survive