(words & music by Gene MacLellan). Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean. The unborn grass lies waiting. for its coat to turn to green. The snowbird sings a song he always sings.
Intro: King Jacob]. Ight, I am not a crook. ..I'm a pimp. Uh, Yeah. Murphy Lee da Skool Boy. Yo Proffesor where you at?. . [Hook: King Jacob & (The Proffesor)].
We do it for fun. We just do it for fun. Dirty E.A.T. We do it for fun. Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee). We do it for fun (This is history baby). Bend them trucks.
When I first started back in 1989. I was trying to claim games, I was barely writing rhymes. I was 7 to 8, a little nigga with his head straight. Never got to school early, always went to bed late.
Asexual, far from intellectual. Fashion stealer, free-wheeler. Bats her eyes to cover up her lies. . She's a sucker upper, starfucker. Sucker upper, starfucker.
Hey you, you can stay here if you want. You can even mess up my life. I know we don't got much to talk about. Just play with my hair and I'll be happy.
I dreamed that I knew the secret code. I cracked the formula and found the perfect note. Now it's so easy to give you what you need. Your face betrays you, it's not so hard to read.
When you show up like that,. what am I supposed to say.... . Takes a while for the bruises to heal.. Oh you've got to escape,. before it's too late.. .
shadow, shadow. I sit in the corner stone cold by the nightmare. shadow, shadow. convict me for living the lie I was prone to. nothing but empty hearts, empty, empty smiles,.
Mark Robertson and Beaker. Well, who's that man who thinks He's a prophet?. Well, I wonder if He's got something up His sleeve. Where's He from? Who is His daddy?.
Chorus:. Sing your praise to the Lord. Come on everybody. Stand up and sing one more hallelujah. Give your praise to the Lord. I can never tell you. Just how much good that it's.
It's about as useless as a screen door on a submarine. Faith without works baby, it just ain't happening. One is your left hand, one is your right. It'll take two strong arms to hold on tight.
As the daylight died on the summertime suicide. As the daylight died on the summertime suicide. . She left her letter beside her bed. And it read that she would be dead.
When they find ya. . Paranormal chicken geek. Drugged up superstar fiend. Gender bending galactic freak. Sci-fi lobotomy. . Exorcism, circumcision. Horrifying gruesome scene.
She was a teenage zombie. She was a teenage corpse. She was a teenage zombie. Drop dead gorgeous that's for sure. . Don't know what I'm feeling or what I should say.
Some gangsta shit, hit me. Queens, nigga, Murder Inc. shit. Black ground, nigga, Dave Bing shit. . Somebody's gonna die tonight. Somebody's gonna die tonight.
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more. Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more. Mama found her draped over the toilet bowl. . Oooh. . Mama said, "child, what you done? ".
Pull yourself together. Take a stab at forever. Relax and let yourself go. Put yourself together. Take a shot at forever. Sit back, let the tears flow.
Sowin' the seeds of discontentment. Spillin' milk all over your misspent youth. Nurture your crop with blind resentment. All your cryin' can't change the truth.
Don't hand me that line about Transubstantiation. I'm not buyin' and I'm running out of patience. . I can't afford to believe your kind of Truth. Redirecting energies, I'm a shaker, I'm a mover.