(feat. Busta Rhymes & Kardinal Offishall) [Barack Obama victory speech:] "It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor Black, white, Hispanic
always rained on Jay Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather Soon we come together like man and man and build Play space, cards face
crazy I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right Face
the minds of us all King Diamond, sinister son of the devil himself King Diamond, what have you done, twisted the minds of us all King Diamond, sinister son
[SPOKEN:] Everything changes You know Even the seasons If things are going wrong We need to sit down and talk Cause if we don't face this soon [SING
and eight mic's "Son, yo son did you see that kid yo? Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out. Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..." Five digits cock
Do you ever look around turn your ear to the ground show your face to the sky on a night when the skies echoe sounds from inside of your mind on the
to reason so he will never understand They just won't listen to hardly anything he says They simply smile politely, then with one accord turn away A son
and wires So scared to face biz they be trading their suppliers So niggas outta state, you want weight you pay higher I'm commended yet exulted for words spoken
mo' scenes vergin' on the obscene but I'd rather show up at your palace with a mob scene I spoke to my accountant who spoke to my attorney who counseled
spoken to, They're just another showpiece to show the neighbours who Can produce the perfect babe with everything in place, But god help you if you come out without an angel face
But suddenly I felt His arms around me At last He had come The Son of Man spoke to me: "You..." the voice came, "beloved one" He raised me up And walked
veil Over the human face While telling the constant lie This mercy is not for you Twisting God's true words In the presence of honest seeking of truth That lies is spoken
another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain'
vulture, Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up, Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when You spoken
I heard my mother crying "dressed in his black raincoat, black hat lying on the yellow line...he was run down..." your son was taken and he spoke so
at these times he often descends into a delusional state Sometimes actually adopting another person's persona? [MF Doom] I started punchin once I saw son