Fresher Than Ever

Yea, man we came from the bottom. Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!. Man these women treat you different when you popping. Well I ain't tripping I'm just tryna get inside em.

Wurlitzer Jukebox!

Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur. Comes to a standstill,. I ask him a question. He doesn't hear. Wurlitzer jukebox. . Fingers are pointed in my direction.

Wind In The Rigging

Faded

[ T-Streets]. What it do Nigga this yo nigga T-Streets bang bang in the building. This young money first up my nigga Gudda Gudda double G blaw blaw. .

The Taxi

Every Girl

I like her long haired thick red bone. Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy. I'ma get in and own that pussy, if she let me in I'ma own that pussy.

The Man Amplifier

The man amplifier. Has everything but desire. Is a robot when he should. Never tires, ever good. And we're singing. . Parallel sympathy with you. Skin to metal overture.

Searching For Mr Right

Searching for Mr Right. Waiting up half the night. Feeling like I'll be dead. Before I'm old. Teaching myself to be. The Young Untold. How can I hope to be.

Salad Days

Think of salad days. They were folly and fun. They were good, they were young.

Radio Silents

Be polite. Tonight. Just for one time. . Be polite. Tonight. You know a smile when you see one. . Just for once. Tonight. You say it's better if we don't write.

Ode To Booker T.

Voices over cast doubt in my mind. See what I'm hearing,. Don't leave me behind. I don't doubt that you will be mine. Life is so much better. When you're toeing the line.

Bedrock

I-I-I I can make your bed rock (Young Money). I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl. I-I-I I can make your bed rock. I-I-I I can make your (bed rock). .

N.l.t.a.

It's nice to hear you're. having a good time. But it still hurts 'cos you used to be mine. This doesn't mean that I possessed you. You're haunting me because I let you.

Bang

Yeah. (Turn on). . I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in Drive. I'm pulling out the garage, and thanking God I'm alive. I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and back.

Back It Up

Where the bad bitches at, gon' smoke?. Where the bad bitches at, gon' drank?. Where the bad bitches at that twerk?. Put them weak bitches out that can't.

Music For Evenings

I don't need you to love me. I don't need you to care. Take your body from by me. Be yourself over there. . Though you think you adore me. Secretly you just bore me.

Include Me Out

Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo. Gets me thinking 'bout. Good times I had with you. Back in the Sixties when love was free. Never need to worry bout my G.C.E..

Final Day

When the rich die last. Like the rabbits. Running from a lucky past. Full of shadow cunning. . And the world lights up. For the final day. We will all be poor.

Eating Noddemix

Staring at the mirror. On the steamy bathroom wall. Eating a noddemix. As the people are running. The high rise starts to fall. While she neatly wipes her lips.

Underneath The Night Sky

Loud screams, fighting words, awful things were said. You might not be able to take back. She puts her hands on his face. And tells him get out, get out.