at order, check the Mood Swing, swing swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Low like sweet chariot what I say make my voice
I've got perfect misinterpret Handful of my family tree Dress rehearsal death and birth We'll sing inside my key I watched the sun set I saw the snow
Accidentally before my health] Always want to move forward The last thing we want his hell My man say, "Hell, where we at right now?" With a voice like a death
the path he paves Where you hope to find your souls salvation But it won't live up to your expectations Your blind devotion has been their best investment Now prepare your soul
Through dark dungeons I wander hearing this beautiful voice calling me athward Green mosses lead my pathways eery shrieks fulfill my joy calming fear
droppin I was underground shadowboxin Layin low puttin final touches on the flow So here we go, tryin to snatch that dough Got niggaz breakin camp like Dre from Death
get a deal They got you by the strings, when there's no creative control Dollars amount to nuttin when your body don't have a soul It's like, livin with
twist Through crimson thick dark mist and voices cry of agony and pain Close now to his kingdom The bleak world dark and still I follow the voice whispering
Through crimson thick dark mist and voices cry of agony and pain Close now to his kingdom The bleak world dark and still I follow the voice whispering
Without their Rings they have no life This curse is their soul and presence They speak with the voice of grave With a touch, colder than death No man
escape from here This is the Ivory Tower, right in the middle of enemies reign Who can hear my voice? Who will save my soul? I hear the silence of death
of pain Are falling on you from this death domain Your life is leaving, your soul is dying A voice from the deep that falls in death sleep Hell's calling
Bless my soul, what's wrong with me? Everybody hates me. Take me with a grain of salt. Everything bad will be my fault. Angel bright, life and death
voice from the otherworld Like a leaf in an icy world Memories will fade [Chorus] Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul
And her last kiss It shall be release I can't forget her Her face will not leave From the depths of my soul I long for her So I heard all about it Her voice
Memories will fade Misty tales and Poems lost All the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death
cry My body is gone, but I live above them This is my death, and I do what I want This is my death, my body is gone This is trye life My soul is ready
And all that you will ever see for life Death beyond the grave How will they remember me I only fear the lost of my voice When its gone The only noise