Beloyd Talyor & Peter Cor So you say you tried But you just can't find the pleasure People around you givin' you pressure Try to resist all the
: Beloyd Talyor & Peter Cor So you say you tried But you just can't find the pleasure People around you givin' you pressure Try to resist all the
raw I came, I saw and I conquered I'm not a rapper, rappers get thrown away Hardrocks get knocked and locked and blown away And rap stars fade away and
but they said, drink my milk. Didn't get no where switched up diet. Started having hip hop. Pop's didn't like it. Wanted more Springsteen, Earth, Wind, Fire
Round and round, upside down Living my life underneath the ground [repeated] (Get down) Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah Run away, come away
blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds
ning, invite-ting I'm writin shit that I feel Raps are Black Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com Is like that of a ocean, devotion cuz I'm The Earth, Wind, and Fire
get richer and the poor get poorer. At times of international crisis it's the same story. "Back Britain" we're told As the rich get richer and the poor
ignore I'll make it more than Experience is not imagination You get what you believe in if you choose Somebody loves you I couldn't get no higher Fly away
I couldn't do Like that plane ride coming home from the war That summer my son was born And memories like a coat so warm A cold wind can't get through
in the heart, for six hundred lard We gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars [Chorus: Half A Mill & AZ] Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire
walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? At night, I pray
rock the crowd I make you walk on hot coal no socks allowed a simple test that'll set fire to the best I represent the IQ's higher than the rest heard the wind
and grass And Jungle Gardenia crash On Pine-Sol and beer ... It's stifling in here ... I've got to get some air ... I'm going outside to get some air
of niggaz, ain't no punks in my squad Bitch, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get robbed I wear Khaki Pants, Levi Jeans, and Hilfiger
