[Intro]. What? You fucking nagging again?. About what? What? What?. The toilet's fucking broken again. I repaired that, I told you. Get the plumber in again.
What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. . Promises, promises.
Seein' in your eyes. Words can never say the way. Told me in your eyes. Final in a fade. Never no more hope away. Final in a fade. . Seein' in your eyes.
(Ali Speaking). Im young, im handsome, im fast im pretty and can't possibly be beat. . (Chuck D). My son rises at the east off Kentucky Fried streets.
Body and soul, an animal. As a sword, swing double edged. Dig deep down-that monthly frown. You have the tools-to make men fools. . You're so cruel. .
Yo, Chuck, where you at, G?. I think he went upstairs, y'know. A very furious mixture of noise. What Public Enemy producer Hank Shocklee calls. 'Music's worst nightmare'.
Some unions are based on trust. Some unions are a must. Upside down on a turn key-you and me. some like it on the other side. Trussed up like a turkey.
the same song heard over. over and over. and over and over. and over and over. gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars rover. when much of arizona.
Voice moaning in a speaker. Never really get too close. Only a gimmick, pointed fingers. Never more serious sight. Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment.
the same song heard over. over and over. and over and over. and over and over. gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars rover. when much of arizona.
the same song heard over. over and over. and over and over. and over and over. gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars rover. when much of arizona.
A face is raining. Across the border. The pride of history. The same as murder. Is this living. . He's been careering. . The steady hand as planned. Behind the reasoning.
We got so much soul. You can damn near see it. Spinnin on a 45. I've come to the conclusion. Clear the confusion. My point is to rock. Dis funky joint.
Call me up after midnight.. Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right.. What do you want, what do I get?. Did you just need the argument?. Well, bad life..
Yo, gee, come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on, y'all, get the boost stubost, stubost. Stubost, coasta, coasta New York Post.
Nearly ten thirty. I'm rising early. I've got an eye to buy the best. Before the rush. Someone left a baby. In the car part. Never any reason. Don't you listen.
Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast.
Slow motion. Slow motion. Getting rid of the albatross. Sowing seeds of discontent. I know you very well. You are unbearable. I've seen you up far too close.
Hit me. . Going, going, gone. Now I dialed 911 a long time ago. Don't you see how late they're reacting. They only come and they come when they wanna.
What does it mean, what does anything mean. What is not dirty, what is not clean. Sending out signals I see the smoke screens. What should we not hear, what shouldn't be seen.