woulda' elope We give the, press the scare like Jason Blair Pharaohs treat you like an infidel so fuckin' say your prayers I snatch up crews line em up
The evil flower`s born in my spirit And from my mist up conscience I won`t listen to anythink more. I walk in the night, desperate Guiled by the death
find this in song Maybe its up about the sky This spirit of yours It keeps me looking up always Yeah maybe its up about the sky This spirit of yours
Narrator Joseph's luck was really out His spirit and his fortune low Alone he sat, alone he thought Of happy times he used to know First Man
there's no more rain in this cloud [Angie] There's no hiding place When someone has hurt you It's written on your face, and it reads "Broken spirit,
The word is out That rock is in And everyone is banging heads again You and your mates You want it all You take your place at the front of the concert
D be the Clan of the century A hundred grand for every man, we living it up Yo, cash in the cup, let the fans know what's up [Chorus x2]
up a mess and I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof vest That comeback gunpaking tough act thug chapter bout as entertaining as a bug zapper Fuck that Add up
front to back Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that Hold your head up. I know your fed up But don't let it get up to the top of them
learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise) but what happened next damn near stold my tears the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes they both slowly stood up
we're so close to reach out Close to fall, make up or break up or crawl You are striving for beauty For a song to remain A final touch and the spirit
I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites
up the plastic corners One by one now Enter the kindred where have you been? Welcome kindred come on in Heaven stained is screaming lullabies around me Catch my spirit
the epic confrontation from their great thrones and vast halls. Our war-chariots thundered up and down the Roman front, the charioteers screaming abuse
m ready to move out in front Life without life has no reason or rhyme left With the rest of them With the best of them I wanna hold my head up high I
fucked up In the clubs you'll get fucked up Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you'll get fucked up Don
I was told She never saw it comin' when I turned the sprinkler on She looked up from the dishes and right there in the front lawn Nothin' but cowboy boots sets your spirit
up or fall down Stand up or fall down While the record goes round stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down While the record goes