million kilometers Connect a population at birth to one another for real [Chorus] Music, deliver from within and it covers up everything Music, when the melody
buck upon di real deal, dem a heal And expect some real, dem nuh real Four filled man and mek di bwoy tek we kneel, fi real [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss
yeah.. [My Melody] "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island" Yeah it's the God baby.. Long Island's own.. barbarian of the microphone.. [My Melody
Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated The drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books Social
dies Black and white ain't the real fight That's the only thing the media hypes The real fight are these major corporations Holding back on real education
Don't play me a symphony A simple song will do Diamond rings Sparkling bright Gold and silver things Candle lights But I wish you bought Real light One
momma kissin a girl confusion occurs comin up in a cold world daddy aint around, prolly out commitin' felonies my favorite rapper use to sing check check out my melody
mama kissing a girl Confusion occurs Coming up in a cold world Daddy aint around Probably out committing felonies My favorite rapper used to sing Check, check out my melody
holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck
stretch a million kilomteres Connect a population at birth to one another for real Music, deliver from within and it covers up everything Music, when the melody
a blizzard Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard If someone said, well damn, who is it? It's ms. melodie, the real, so get
the real And don't give a motherfuck how you feel Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book
real and don't give a motherfuck How you feel, thinkin' you're steppin' to this? I kinda doubt it Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin' book
up here to look for truth In this place closest to the roof For she had heard from friends who feel That nothing on this night is real That no adults
in a garden of remembering your fingers in my hand, were like a book made of sand was like the book that i was reading, was like the book that i had
