town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you drive in your
go 'round You shiver Feeling upside down Your heart is beating fast Pumping blood to your head Another day to fight You have a prayer on your lips under
the fire to the light As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving There are things you have to throw out That caustic dread inside your head
fade Your ancestors salute you And the Gods of your ancestors, salute you Havin', havin' been formed by the minds of your ancestors The Gods of your
as if it is your name I move my lips... I see the whisper Stir the gentle flame Your heart beats and so does mine Your love moves And I know I'm alive CHORUS You are
in, I breathe You out You are my oxygen, You are my love You are what life's about You are my oxygen You are my oxygen You are my oxygen You are my oxygen You are
balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your
do? With a strange fate twist and fame Except talk shit and name off a list of gains But do you realize I'd find my lips in flames If I ever took pride
) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your
, That must burn, die out, so I can be free. If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, I'll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last.
your kiss so long But the problem is you're lips are long gone Baby can you forget about the stressing? Let?s think about the present, tired of your
reach the door Just try to relax yourself, and sit down on your hips You don't have to move too much, and try no to lick your lips If things seem to be
t find the key to the door in your building But are you still willing The responsibility becomes an afterthought When one remembers the things that they should've bought There
sense of the things I'm saying The crystal tears are sliding down again Your moonlit cheeks and soaking silken lips If this pain is so real There's
immense current stops The fate of you-I make it your face Your love, your hate, your blood, your fate, Your heart, your dreams Your mind...are mine... ...
to a spliff Light myself up Ignite the mic and felt up Your butter shit get melt up Your mic is falling on Needs to be helped up Snatch your rap belt
same antisocial by there is no sun Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling daily as the right wipe on my lips Indulge yourself with the
