a bucket of rust with the punk rock south day girls screaming lyrics at us. From the backseat kicking up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust
the top of your game, who cares? The ones below are too far down. But we're the Ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound... In blissful ignorance
a tight rope, trying to find a right road Screw made the beats slow, so my voice sounds throwed Having dreams since young ones, to mash together The
real beauty lies inside of the soul And real eyes know that's the only place to go And the real lies told by the ones who sold your soul I you're beautiful
And that's the whole attraction to skip to my shit Rock the mic in my palm beyond ad-e-quate Shit split with the cheese and the H-O-E's The ones I only
(feat. Loot Pack) Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down [Wild Child] Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin
in rooms packed from window to wall, Like the sound of a smile, or the distance of song, only measured in time as the kids sing along. They are the ones
(feat. Harlem World, Mysonne) [Mase] Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out [Allen Iverson] Yo this is the answer Its a dirty, dirty,
other ones to be- Come on What's up with you Cool Heroes Seem to Suffer Slightly when I Strike your Ego's But then I only recall what sounds well I start
As Howlings Sound And The Moon Is Full Candles Create The Only Light While I Raise The Chalice Of Mine I See Myself Reflected In The Goats Eye My Blood
for the night" [Apathy:] Champion hoods that I rock, new Nikes out the box Will attract your little chick then lock it down All the Demigodz shit sound
why we never try to turn a ho into a housewife I'll admit it, hit it and quit it, sounds about right With them girls, your wife, the ones who ain't disposable
all claimed that it doesna??t exist. Only the one with one eye whispered to my ear that on that difficult of access mountain-side, on a feast-day, unfamiliar sounds
who can tell right from wrong and he who brings a brand new song he who makes a joyful sound blessed is he who gets around hail be laughing mankind and the ones
home? We'll own the world one day. It's only gonna be a little bit longer. We're gold in every way. You were meant to hear the sound, of everything falling
brains And the process be gradually progress, add fuel to the flames This ain't no games Artifacts and Busta Rhymes are the only ones to blame We bust
haters!) Mek di whole a dem MOVE AND GWEH! They only wanna get in yuh paper, they nuttin but scrapers So tell dem fi MOVE AND GWEH! [Verse 3:] Yo! Di same ones
madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton. I knew that sound