could hear It?s the way Your moonlight Falls on this mountain lake so clear and It?s the way Your sunshine Paints Your evening sky and It?s the way Your
crow he sits beside me when you enter you blessed ya announce the name out in my home I take my pride from my work one look inside your eyes I see your
Prepare the way for the Lord to enter in. We must become a people who value righteousness again. Now, we can only stand back and hope to see Him move
blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me see what's hard for me that don't make you flee when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain
On my way To the vision-come-true I enter a galaxy rising And I land on this Brown and green old place Whose wild is giant trees Trees so strong
capture my dreams and jack me in the veins Let me enter your blood stream Kid I watch your head swell As the game gets hard and I bombard your brain cells
Thought he enter the drawers Lois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source Awards Awesome broads they carry proem and sawed-off One shot'll take the whole top of your
Die Hard Ture Sickness with this mic on the tripod But I'm not Chow Yun Fat Dig I'm still a pillar of stone Flows enter your skulls Mash on your whole
Lost in a valley You found the way So secret and forgotten in time You are the chosen To pass these gates Into the mountain cave Enter the temple Of
right You're my mind cage Like a mountain far away You were always there Dressed in summer white Remember my name And paint the darkness with your light Go sing your
flight, buckle up [P.R. Terrorist] The Last Poet construct the rhyme At a self-destruct in your tape deck In your walkman or in your truck Benzy box
and liquid in the palm of your hands and dare you to waste me You'll get the lid stripped from your eyes Kidney's ripped from your sides Dying with your
the strap gotta bloody maroon trigger I don't pour salt on the womb I just make the room bigger By means of verbal discipline to many to list them I'll lankily replace your bloodstream then poison your
how we do it when we go uptown with the funky sound, the razzamatazz you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast Enter at your own risk -
majored in chilling I'm only bugging, you know me, cousin Your chance of beating me it's really close to nothing And your girl's lonely, is she needing
DJ [CHORUS] R! O! the L. the I. (Mountain Brothers) Raw talented. (in your area). Who's the man behind the group? R! O! the L. the I. (Mountain Brothers
you lose your cool and bustas best not catch an attitude Start to ball it's callin' on you squealin' like a woman pig Problem is gon' cost your head,