There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,. Uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves. Across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air..
Old Erikson, he taught us well. Stage 5 is quite exact. Identity and role confusion. Are extensively unpacked. Fidelity's a virtue. Just in case you didn't know.
Thoughts are useless as are deeds. Already lost is blossom of the young. No more.... . Dreams of morning shine. Days leep, submit to night. A curse is to live before dying.
There's a house with no door and I'm living there. At nights it gets so cold. And the days are hard to bear inside.. There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,.
Same story, same target, different time. Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind. Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind. Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind.
Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in". Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon. Some in winter, some in June.
You say one for the treble, two for the time. Come on y'all let's rock this!. You say one for the treble, two for the time. Come on!. . Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape.
Yes. Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at?. They underground. There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit. Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them raw skills.
[Chorus]. We all got to have, a place where we come from. This place that we come from is called home. We set out on our travels, we do the best we can.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.
The air that you breathe it must be poison. And you're dressed up in your best disguise. I don't want to hear what you have to say. It's there in your eyes when you look away.
The air that you breathe it must be poisoned. And you're dressed up in your best disguise. And I don't want to hear what you have to say. It's there in your eyes when you look away.
And the hearts fall in the right places. And the hearts fall in the right places. . Pin feathers, dusty old wings. Living all my crazy never-land dreams.
Midnight in the Holy City. Playground for restless souls. Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter. And the ghostly daughters. Wait for their boys to come home.
I saw you take the first lingering steps away from me. Towards something, maybe towards someone. . I hear you say the words that once changed me. I hear you play that 12-inch I bought you.
I'm half asleep again.My shell is sleeping, my soul is not.. I'm still confused, to many thoughts.. I fear, I fear temptation.. . Weird thoughts inside my mind..
Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey. Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey. I'd heard about you before. I wanted to know some more.