me that you hated lines, Hate being told what to do, You can bitch and you can whine, But whose idea was the cue? And I know it's just my opinion, The lines
see you through), And I wonder why, (The little things are finally coming true) Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight, Oh, telephone line
you cross that line I don't fuck with iraqs I go to finish line And if you stupid you must want a g knight print up-in ya face 250 on my j's dey don't
to life, I'll make your dreams come true. That way you can handle yours, and I can handle mine, and when you wanna meet you just drop me a line. But
Phillip Morris and R.J. Reynolds kill every single pack McDonald's sues London Greenpeace for presenting the public with the facts Disney expands its
[Kyleon] I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks No strippers
of unknownium The Soviet Hugo Rodier Fourth generation roper report Everything I was taught bore resemblance to my thoughts The truth and design of the Guggenheim rhyme Where every line
Rhyme reported Chico the Chipper put it in order What the fuck they run? Nuttin but they bath water Last quarter, less than ten ticks Standin at the line
say...) They don't knowwwww [Verse 1: Common] They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line between
meter Many walk in dark, they walk in Egypt But the people of God who assault the seas And the Earth until the Church is off to see Him [J-Silas] Lemme
Jamie Madrox] With my Lotus I can drink from the liquid mirror And reveal the other half of me that never seems to appear [Violent J] With my Lotus
build on them In the days of swag rap, reveal skill on 'em! Park benches in neighborhoods I still chill on 'em Knuckleheads get out of line, we pull the
science - help build on them In the days of swag rap, reveal skill on 'em! Park benches in neighborhoods I still chill on 'em Knuckleheads get out of line
, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red
heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a
, dead em all Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
came gushin And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line
