I wish you'd just ask me about Mercury. So I could answer truthfully. Singing startles the night and the night is over. South of the South Dakota border.
[Proof Talking]. This my last letter right here. Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here. . [Proof]. I put my soul through the ink. Bless a path with thoughts at my thoughts.
"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes.
History of the world. Painted with blood. Every single page. A neverending chain of hate. Rattling bodies in the trench. Pyramids build out of corpses.
I was sad enough last Saturday. I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say. You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke. . In the morning, when the wind is still warm.
[Announcer]. What up Detroit,. I'd like to welcome everybody to the,. First Annual Detroit Hip-Hop Recognition Awards.. Secondly I'd like to thank you for coming out.
History of the world. Painted with blood. Every single page. A neverending chain of hate. Rattling bodies in the trench. Pyramids build out of corpses.
Nothing feels good like you in red and blue jeans. And your white and night things.
steelrose. without sense. glowing in red. scorching my hands. steelrose. restricted rights. scorched soul. my heart ignites. too much pain. too much utilize.
Down the ferry, our eyes eager for Indians,. down the ferry with wild Irish you never know where you are.. And you never know our eyes, eager for Indians..
[Proof]. What's up it's glad to meet you, you say yo' daddy beat you?. Pour out your heart, before you start let me grab some tissue. Okay, here you go, now let it go.
It's inside me and you. Covered with excuses. Hidden very good. I forgot where it was. . I never look at it too long. It attracts my interest. As soon as I focus.
Where's New England in my life?. It's only cold when you sleep alone. And pink chimneys in Maine couldn't keep me away.
Ja:. Its Murder, HaHa Its Murder. We Back Up In This Mother Fucker. (word to mother). Its Murder, Ya'll Know Who We Be. R.U.L.E I.N.C. My Nigga Fatal On The Mother Fuckin Ones And Twos.
You are thinking, turn around, you are feeling, turn around. And you are here, arent you? You hear me, dont flee. You feel yourself, you ask yourself, what is this?.
I traced all of the letters on all of your letters. I traced all of the letters on all of your letters, love letters. . Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco.
I don't know East Texas from Louisiana. And I don't know Alabama. Or where Atlanta lies tonight. And Indianapolis. . Summers in park and recreation pools.
[whispered]. Yo' collar, pop yo' collar. Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar. . [Chorus 2X: Proof]. We like the girls, the girls that go boom. I like the girls, the girls that go boom.
the sun rises every morning. but why are we so sure. I'm looking out of the window. empires (arise) and fall. we've been so long together. forgotten hopes and pleasure.
distruction [?] in the north. exploitation in the south. chaos in the east. greed in the west. where should we let our children dance. let them play, let them fool around.