Tell you mother to have her vision examined. Tell your practitioner to practice famine. Children wearing suits hold briefcase family feuds. In juke box radio tunes, coming to a store near you.
Say what's that thing. On your back. Well, I guess it's a hair. And the hair is black. . I got you on the phone. You said you're all alone. I heard these boots on the floor.
This is no story it's the key of existence. A little thing you better not forget. I don't know nothing bout it's a water-resistance. Why don't you use your head.
I'd like to welcome you to my family earthquake. A good mood for God's sake. Even my father's got up. To smash his coffee cup. . Right on time, my aunt cries.
welcome to the land where chief yellow horse. used to sell his ass. while telling me that. he loves me. how far can you lose your pride. I know that it's hard to stay clean these days.
Burn a candle set a light. Keep on going against the stream. Be as mean as mean can be. As long as you're not to extreme. Read the papers watch the news.
I sit in my flat watch the late night news. 'Bout troubles with turks and troubles with Jews. Gallons of beer stream into my mouth. They've shot a prime minister somewhere down south.
Hello europe here we are, everything is easy. Let's cross the border without stop. Italian pasta mixed with fine french wine would be great. My stomach knows no state.
you should hear the warning if you read the signs. play with your own life but don't play with mine. . you're living your way, i'm living mine. may be tomorrow we will collide.
Well, it took years to climb that hill. And now we look up to the mountains. As high as you might climb there still. Something we should not forget. .
Watch somebody fall from grace. When there's nobody there to take their place. You can't help but feel alone. You left guilt in your own device. There was no one there to tell you to think twice.
Fountains and fluorescent lights, the season has come. The snowbirds have crowded the nights. The townies are tired of beaches and bars, being packed so tight.
Oh yeah. Alright. . Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox. Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills. Guess I'll just close my eyes. Oh yeah, alright, feels good inside.
Two years ago, a friend of mine. Asked me to say some MC rhymes. So I said this rhyme I'm about to say. The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way. Took a test to become an MC.
Yo!. . [Q-Tip] Yo Buck, word up. [Buck] Get up in em. [Q-Tip] Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe. [Flex] Mmm, mmmhmm. [Q-Tip] Let these niggaz know whassup son.
Yo. Yo Buck, word up. Get up in 'em. Yo, it's that nigga from the tribe. Let these niggaz know, whassup son?. Funk Flex. Aight?. . Bounce to this. You don't wanna miss this, get into this.
Word up son, word. Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers. For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings, check it out now. I got you stuck off the realness.
Now I have one thing to fulfill, too much to kill. Now a living monster I am. Price paid abomination. My demand's been done, and I have ressurected. I'm coming for your lives you betrayers.
He is the knight. Of the dying soul with the power of dreams.. He is the shelter. Of pain and regret. With the fairy tales he eases tears.. Taking the souls with caressing arms.