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Dead And Divine

Harley Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey Oswald, all's well that ends well My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well I got the cherry Range, broke and

Well my ladies and gentlemen This is a rapsession and my name is "KRS-One!" And when I talk about "Hip-Hop Music!", I know [Kris

And I ain't watchin' no face And that's a fact don't prove that Just dealin' with beers Most talks are negative and some are dead while live [Chorus

robe his purple robe When he was dead He was taken down from the cross And laid in a borrowed grave Provided by compassionate friends More than nineteen centuries have come and gone And

the way, don't say no motherfuckin' names You listenin' to me, don't play no mother fuckin' games You know the rules of this shit Fuck around and be one dead bitch It's money and

The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles Comin from the maximum gain, the octane that's on the

we keep on waiting? The faithful and blind are keepin' me, keepin' me down How long 'cause my faith is breaking? The pure and divine are diggin' me,

a spiteful dead weight. ?And we?ll sing from the shallows, As we swim for our life?s. We wont beg for forgiveness, When we are the divine. So hail

like a hitman, pullin' the trigger slow And smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth And improve with every move That's why you've been enhanced by the mentally divine So play football and