Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on. Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland collabo'. . Funny faces is all I see, at my place you on top of me.
Get up, ride, sit back, who's dangerous. Get up, pow, you foul, can't hang with this. Get up, now, gun blast, it's a Conflict. Get up, ride, sit back, who's dangerous.
Yo. This joint right here. Is dedicated. To the infamous, late great. Donald Goines. Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion. . Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool.
Aiyyo on a midnight creep through a New York. Project. Wit my ghetto tech, blastin, Protect Ya Neck. With my chicken head major ass cheeks bow. Punk niggas lookin at me with the rocks and they gold.
Join me. through a path of life. when a dream becomes reality. Your dark dreams / Your agony. are far beyond your sanity. The cold wind / dries my blood.
I've got southern comfort runnin' through my veins. My mama was the wind and my daddy was the train. I'm the second coming of the midnight rider. I'm a modern day old soul singer.
Patsy Moore. Day or night. Find your delight in knowing that God is love. God is love. Rain or shine. Find your peace of mind in knowing that God is love.
Guinevere had green eyes. Like yours, mi'lady like yours. When she'd walk down through the garden. In the morning after it rained. . Peacocks wandered aimlessly.
Come another year, I am sitting here. Looking over all the Haight. As far as my eyes can see. What's happening to me, tryin' to find. A girl to be on my mind.
Born in the sunshine. Dyin' in the rain. Raised on laughter. Lost in a game. Love you, love you. . The game was bein' better. Wiser than you. Half an inch taller.
Guinevere had green eyes. Like yours, mi'lady like yours. When she'd walk down through the garden. In the morning after it rained. . Peacocks wandered aimlessly.
your hands in the wind. your pretending to be affected. by soft blows on your skin. grey matter is resurrected. . until you go away to see. this song will be defended.
i can't deny i'm ashamed. so i try to hide it. your face has provided me with grace. and its been warmly invited. . i can see my good fortune today. with good reason why.
Oooh. Yeah. I could get used to this. Yeah. I could get used to this. Yeah Yeah. . I never had it this good before. And I think I might like some more.
GOCCIA (Cristina Don, Manuel Agnelli). . Specchio di pioggia e asfalto. ci naviga dentro il cielo. grigio bianco. acqua e cielo. . ma tu sei una goccia che non cade.
Let bygones be bygones,. These sleepy dogs lie.. Finally final. That glint in your eye.. Caught with that sad sound,. Sealed deep in yur face.. Fused in confusion.
Ah, love is love honey, yeah. Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin you long. Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom. Shabobalee, shabizzy. . Good night, here's your kiss.
nan geu sarami geuripda. . momchwoborin sigyega gomapda. . oneulbamdo nol gidarineun ne mam. . swilsuitge ijeul su itge. . niga obsodo yoksi achimheneun tto.
Water. Surface. Horizon. Sky. . And all are looking up to see. The universal remedy. Established phantom of the free. The modern myth security. . There is a line.