... The end of time The blinding light Through bloodshot eyes I struggle to see The truth. We feel the songs We feel the songs We feel the songs We feel the songs
for a while Can you feel what I feel? So we can establish that the pain is real Don't be afraid and I'll do the same for you And we'll just hang on
Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y'all Here we here we here we go y'all Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat
We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while We
, sparkin' the mind Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind [Hook] I feel good! Ahoooooooo! About Hip-Hop! [x4] I feel good! [Verse 2] Ayo, you feelin' the song
If we fall for our rights, we be in hell tonight. Mere sinners own nothing but a fierce hand. We never loved him we pushed away his pierced hands. I rejected his love, grace
that we see on nick at night And sometimes, we all Just lose sight Of the pain that will guide us From dark into the light We fall down yes, but we get
my name That's insane You hatin the gang Clown those lames Nothin' but a shit stain I'm Rhymefest You can feel my reign Arms out to here Here feel my range We
But since we have this moment here at heaven's door We should start knocking now, what are we waiting for? Let us pray, let us pray, everywhere in every way Every moment
the drive? Act on it, 'cause life can flash before your eyes. [(madchild) prevail:] (there's no time to waste) We move with grace, (one life to embrace) Though it feels
degrade my name that's insane you hatin' the gang clown those lames nothin' but a shit stain I'm Rhymefest you can feel my reign arms out to here here feel my range we
, since we have this moment Here at heaven's door We should start knocking now What are we waiting for? Let us pray, let us pray Everywhere in every way Every moment
. We ate, we drank, and we were merry, And we got typhoid and dysentery. But best of all, we went to the plaza de toros. Now whenever I start feeling
promised, but it is we swear. Think we holding our own, just a fist full of air. God has never been obligated to give us life. If we fought for our rights, we