This city is a beehive Its deadly and unfortunately simple One million tree lined streets With branches like haunting arms You've swallowed your revolution
pair like Noah from Salmoa CMC's straight knowin it there's a party goin on and the Spirirt of Grace is throwin it so pray you get a Holy Ghost letter
Teresa, sir? Are you a family member, sir? Danny!: Nah, I'm more like a...close personal friend... Employee: Well, I'm sorry to inform you sir, Teresa was killed in a
fly from Cape Canaveral through 2 galaxies in a capsule to battle you With a suffix-less that's absents of reasoning Ashes burn place in a urn and there sore a
to fear and hate him So ya live ya life avoiding a ghost that don't exist But I'm about to shine a light on a trick you might have missed It's like don
[Voice:] I Been Standin Here Waitin Here Mr. Postman So-O-O Patiently For Just A Card, For Just A Letter Sayin Is He Comin Home To Me [Lil' Wayne:]
Performed by Sarah McLachlan on the album "A Testimonial Dinner: The Music Of XTC" (Thirsty Ears Records, 1995) Dear God, Hope you got the letter and
I'm gonna write your girl a letter It'll make everything better Screaming down the phone-line to your mum She said 'Honey ain't home right now' I bought a tuxedo and I bought a
'm gonna write your girl a letter It'll make everything better Screaming down the phone-line to your mum She said, "Honey, ain't home right now" I bought a tuxedo and I bought a
Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals] To all the fine-ass ghetto troublemakers from all over the world Ass from New York, to L.A., Miami to Atlanta G.A
to recoup That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin [Interlude: Trife Da God] Uh, that
get enough to eat from God I can't believe in You Dear God Sorry to disturb You, but I feel that I should be heard loud and clear We all need a big
is a fai??ade Show me a God Ahh And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job Show me a God Ahh Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad Show me a God, please
.? So divine The lonely hearts club will never fade away?Tonight we dance. ?Dear God, I wrote a letter Drenched in my own blood. ?To see, I wrote a
(voice) I been standin here waitin here mr. postman So-o-o patiently for just a card, for just a letter sayin is he comin home to me (lil' Wayne) Thats
get enough to eat From God, I can't believe in You Dear God, sorry to disturb You But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear We all need a big
the fall of legends Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present My gallant talent is like a magic trick turned by a chick with a bad
fade like ghosts to life?s parade Though incisions once made her so vivid A scarlet whore with both heels in the door Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
