(Hammill). . ... You're so young, you're so here, so gone,. so old, so near, so wrong,. such a drag so queer, so strong, so.... to be told.. Such a drag to be told....
Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead,. as dated as carbon, as black as coal,. but burning as red.. Clues faintly stencilled: the message,.
At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,. Is moved into action and their pace does not relent.. In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night.
Oh, the Sisters of Blindness. From the Convent of the Broken Heart,. They want to smother it with kindness,. They want to tear it all apart.. And there's a rock of sterile virtu'.
Left the earth in 1983,. fingers groping for the galaxies,. reddened eyes stared up into the void,. 1000 stars to be exploited. Somebody help me I'm falling, somebody help me, I'm falling.
Horus the Good lived in the North. In lands of fertility and beauty. But Set stayed in the hard desert. To him belonged all drought and perversity. . And he sheds his tears.
i. THE EMPEROR. Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night. away from you. You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . Just one breath, and it's instant death. It's the aerosol grey machine. . Just one breath, and it's instant death. It's the aerosol grey machine.
Have fun y'all. Have fun y'all. . The city breathing all down your neck. Bad news and good dough special effects. And reality's teeth. Bright, black, sicker than deep.
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane. Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine. My affirmations kill emcees like assassination. Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination.
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem. Def on the speak. Epic on the beat. . Champion chronicle, M Def remarkable. A breeze through the street. Like the most potent ganja fume.
Memories don't live like people do. They always remember you. Whether things are good or bad, its just the memories. . Memories don't live like people do-o.
Memories don't live like people do. They always remember you. Whether things are good or bad, its just the memories. . Memories don't live like people do-o.
Quick question. You ever felt like the realest nigga alive?. Felt too pretty or powerful to die?. Tell the truth,. You ever felt ugly enough to cry?. Have you ever begged for mercy?.
This is a song, got two lyrics. Very simple and plain we can all sing together. Nobody has to feel left out. Join in, this is the song people need to be singing right now.
"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis. I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie. I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye.
What it is, what you want?. Live your life right. Make the beat the bump. It's like one for the treble. Two for the bass. Three for the pretty babies up in the place.
Listen. Old white men is running this rap shit. Corporate force's running this rap shit. Some tall Israeli is running this rap shit. We poke out our asses for a chance to cash in.
I just want you to. Relax. Ease into it. . Baby slow down, just take your time. You and me goin' be here for a while. Okay. Baby don't rush this, take your time.
Black (Black) Jack,. Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers. . [Chorus]. (It's The Jump Off) Yeah y'all now, c'mon. (It's The Jump Off) Push it up now, ha.