Little people looking through the windows. Checking out their alter egos. Down, out. . No risk but there is no passion. Your computer's checking my rations.
Yo fight turn this mic up... yeahh. QT.... . Most people tell me I'm still too young. To take a ladies hand and give it the tounge. But what do they know about puberty?.
Old people tell me I'm still too young. To take a lady's hand and give it the tongue. What do they know about puberty. About being 14 and all filled with needs?.
Tonight I saw your true face. Vindictive, a language of your reaction. And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in. It nearly went in vain while you took aim.
Mixx's lines during verses. . Intro: Mr. Mixx. YEAH NIGGA! 2 motherfuckin' Live is back in this raggedy motherfucker,. you know what I'm sayin'! We are the undisputed originators of this X-.
Okay, ready now. Here's my first clue. First you make the sale. Then you open my drawers. What am I?. . A hooker?. A cash register. Hey, it's full of shit.
the juiciest ones .. the tasty and period ones .. i love pussssy. aint no pussy ike the juiccy onez.
Don't stop, let yourself go !. Don't stop, let yourself go !. Don't stop, let yourself go !. Don't stop ! Just go !. Don't stop, let yourself go !. Don't stop, let yourself go !.
Ooooh oh baby. All I wan, all I wan, all I wanna do ooh. All I wan, all I wan, all I wanna do. . Once, once in your lifetime you'll find that special one.
Flvio Venturini / Vermelho. A qualquer tempo cantar. A toda hora nascer. Todo tempo tempo. Pra gente se ver. A todo amor se entregar. Sem medo de se perder.
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig. 500 men with axes and they all dig for me". A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim.
dance to the sun. a kiss to the earth. embrace a stone. . come the small black book. come the brandy cask. one strange disease. the well worded paper.
Wide open falsehood. The clan destine truths. Rival till the end. In a series of duels. . Pardon the drapery language I choose. Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use.
For whom the bells toll. When sentenced to die. The stuttering rifles. Will stifle the cry. The monstrous anger. The fear's rapid rattle. A desert inferno.
Ooh. You were lookin' away from me. Western skies callin' you. Colors spillin', runnin' dazzling you. I was looking the other way. Voices call from the east.
Well they left then in the mornin'. A hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the mornin'. I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone.
She walks alone on the brick lane,. A year had changed her forever,. the breeze is blowing.. He used to live so close here,. just like her grey home..
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