This should be the last thing I will say to you. You should never hear my voice again. There is nothing more that I can say to you. But I can't seem to find another friend.
She was a girl all alone in the world. But she was young and she was free. She understood the supernatural. A real lady of mystery. She could feel the earth turning.
Take a hand, take a hand. You've got to let it show. Take a hand, take a hand. You've got to let her know. . Take a hand, take a hand. You've got to let it show.
Enjoy your summer in hell. . Nashville. In a coupe deville. I swear we drove. Through an oil spill. And the shacks on the road side. Trade hats for water jugs.
It's still that bubble goose winter time grind rhyme. Ski mask over the face shit too abrasive for prime time. It's Bons Bons after Wontons. Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong song.
I drove a tank in on the left. I hid a rifle on the right. When she said, "I see a tunnel. And at the end I see a light". . I see fire on the water. On the right bank and the left.
This is television. Late night television. Scripted with precision. A corner store pulp fiction. Sits where your heart isn't. . But with your eyes so green.
You scream louder then fiction, and you get down on your knees.. And tear open your heart so I can love you and your disease.. Lick the hand that feeds you and kiss the blade that cuts..
I took away your reality. I took away all your memories. I gave up all the bliss that was made for you. . And now I'm sad 'cause I missed the time. And now I'm sad 'cause my words were dying.
My name is MC-H on an H-Blockx mission. We're playing a song about nuclear fission. An instrument of war and a source of energy. People do not see that it's our enemy.
This is not America. Not America. Not America. . No pain, no gain, is the flame in your brain. And I can't tell you, you can't do it'. You will taste the pain.
From the crack of the whip I attack. Front to back in this thing called rap. Diggi dig it like shovel rhyme Devil on a heavenly level. Bang the bass turn up the treble.
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smilelaid down my life, one kiss would take me through the nightI close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smileit's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?.
looking for them streetcafslooking for that face, a night after a daya day I made love to empty dreamsand nothing's like what it seemsnothing's like what it seems to be nomore.
Given up hopin' for a miracle. Cos the way I understand it. Love always leaves you empty handed. So many times thought love was here to stay. But I would always end up without it.
Used to be we had so much to say. Always thought that love would last and time would slip away. But now I'm only dreaming of those endless summer days.
There's a world. . Looking back now all I see. Are nights apart feeling incomplete. Day by day so deep inside. Through the darkness I can see a light.
I was counting down the minutes. I was wishin' on the stars. I was prayin' for a sign. And tryin' to beat the odds. . I was dreamin' of you. Long before I saw your face.
I was only a little boy, when I heard the call. Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all. So I took to the gypsy life, in the city of love.
Verse 1:. The muthafucking torture - deadly killing muthafuckas -. and destroying them - the fucking toy in em - exploding. them bitch ass muthafuckas - in they muthafucking turtle.