The Motion Waltz ( Emotional Commotion )

The Motion Waltz (Emotional Commotion). . Waiting to cross the Rubicon. Wondering what side I'm on. What are these visions of me as a young man?. With one arm pointed, and the other arm holding your hand.

Tell Me Something Good

You ain't got no kind of feeling inside. I got something that will sure 'nuff set your stuff on fire. You refuse to put anything before your pride. I got something that will knock all your pride aside.

Tell Me

A lake, the snow. A winter laying next to you. A town, a place that I go. To think about my time with you. So tell me why you left me there. See, you know I care.

Take Me

Oh oh. Oh oh. Oh oh. Oh oh. . Take me. Away across the ocean. Out in the horizon the night is falling. . Outside in the golden air. Washed out and no one's there.

This I Swear

Bring all those years back. Oh, what a change. With the mind of a child learning. Not one disgrace. . And I know that the world eyes. Would leave it alone.

The Wrath

The Loneliest

You change the plans to your whole life. And you'll know where you are. You feel like all the time you've wasted. Is as distant as the stars. Is it a chance that you'll try taking?.

Tears

I sit and hear you sleep I dont want to go. Your there beside me, but your so far away. I talk to you while your asleep. You cant hear a word, you can hear everything..

Throw It Up

All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up. All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up. All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up.

They Ani't Ready

Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - They Ain't Ready. . [Timbaland]. Uh-huh, now what we gonna do. Take it from the Eastside to the country. Ya feel me? Ya feel me?.

They Ain't Ready

[Timbaland]. Uh-huh, now what we gonna do. Take it from the Eastside... to the country. Ya feel me? Ya feel me?. Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka. Check the chorus!.

The Hood

Shit, this shit right here. Is for the thugs in the street. Do y'all hear me?. And this shit right here. Might get you mugged in the street. . Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw.

The Great

Wooh, come on. Wooh, uh, uh, wooh. Come on. Wooh. . Man, I hear you niggas talkin'. But'choo walkin' the wrong way to really mean it. I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it.

Takin' Money (skit)

Waah: How you doin over there, Swizz?. Swizz: I'm doin pretty good. Waah: How you doin? You aight?. Swizz: I'm good. Waah: Yeah, so whats poppin' with this money? How we makin out?.

Twitch

Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of no mean proportion; only what he did with this talent was a shame and a caution and an eldritch horror. if he had only gotten the Hell down out of his auntie's attic and obtained a job with the Federal Writers Project of the WPA, he could have turned out guidebooks that would be classics and joys to read, forever. Only he stayed up there, muffled up to the tip of his long, gaunt New England chin against the cold which lay more in his heart than in his thermometer, living on 19 cents worth of beans a day, rewriting (for pennies) the crappy MSS of writers whose complete illiteracy would have been a boon to all mankind - ah, but life is a boon; and producing ghastly, grisly, ghoulish and horrifying works of his own as well - of man-eating Things which foraged in graveyards, of human/beastie crosses which grew beastlier and beastlier as they grew older, of gibbering shoggoths, and Elder Beings which smelt real bad and were always trying to break through Thresholds and Take Over - rugose, squamous, amorphous nasties, abetted by thin, gaunt New England eccentrics who dwelt in attics and who eventually Never Seen Or Heard From Again. Serve them damn well right, I say..

Trial By Separation

Tower Of Strength

Tower of strength takes to the sea. Scours ocean via quay. Same old story muscle bound and gorey. Brand new story death without glory. Infinite story so new, so hoary.

Time Passing

The Rain

The Psycho Squat

Couldn't stand Dummy+Maddy no More. Thats why I had to go to the Psycho Squat,. Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body. The winning Spiel goes round and Round.