[spoken]:. In my darkness. I speak now upon this object of nature. And now upon that. And find it impossible to soothe my restless head. However much I wish it.
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm. Bebop converted in a hip hop form. (Repeat). Visions of a musical plateau. Thoughts fill my mind. So I draw back and take aim.
with the force of a collision and the flames of a bonfire. rages the yin and yang, my right hand von squire.. snake brother, consimate professional take cover,.
Tell you 'bout the future. Of a heart that heals with time.... Still I see in you. Someone I once know. Way back in the past. When my song had words. And the words were meant for you.
Dog eats dog. Give and take - take and giving.. Hands that feed. A man's gotta make a living.. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream.. Selling cigarettes and men's magazines and ice cream..
Chorus:. Music evolution change. Sometimes the common makes it sound strange. Add a little this, take out a little that. Then you'll come up with jazz called rap.
Chorus:. Black Monday. That's what this joint is all about. Black Monday. A million men strong without a doubt. Black Monday. It's not just a role that one plays.
The word miracle isn't really worth the same. As a measure of marvel in heaven as it is on earth. Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised land.
I know that I was not the one. To let my feelings show. In any way that mattered. The moment I felt. She might mean something to me. I would just run away.
Another day. Staring out of my window. Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow. Wishing things would clear. No need to rush. I ain't gonna worry. Any moment my sorrow.
I'm a lot like my dad. I would have to say. He's been wearing a beard ever since mum passed away. She would'a hated it. Inspiring, he likes to go to church.
My dear so and so is very far away.. The stone in your stomach, there's no way to start the day.. I pray to the waves, and utter my wishes,. I'd rather have spirals and butterfly kisses..
Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases,. going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man.. Hold my own hand, kickin' my own ass for cryin',.
Pubics tube--. . spoken:. stinkin rich is x rated. . buck:. guess whos squirtin', comin', playin' with the kitty cat. it's uncle climax with a fist full of titty fat.
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day,. Airing my tires and all my cares are far away,. You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sorta frisky,.
plastic bags--. . our father, who art here among us. in thy name sacred, and the physical humongous. give us this day our daily gift. of science to drop, and knowledge to lift.
20 some years is a long walk. even if it's not in a straight line. you see a lot of things in the distance. y'know what they say about great minds. you and I think about the same things.
20 some years is a long walk. even if it's not in a straight line. you see a lot of things in the distance. y'know what they say about great minds. you and I think about the same things.
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes. is blowing. And for some strange reason, your nose is growing. My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,.