I be the street shit The nigga your mama freak with Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep a secret When I get money you know I like to keep
I rake dough like a gardner fuck it I work harder I don't like most hip hop out there's a secret society of niggas who wanna shout "turn that bullshit
feel like a king" And Dawn?s neck and her feet were bare Sweetness in her golden hair Said, "I'm not scared" Turned to her and smiled Secrets in his
m in awe 'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein' real I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret We ain't first class
The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets And they will sell them for nothing A cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off And the sad act
my spirit when the oceans turns to sea I'm crossing the darkness when you want me to kiss you goodnight I pray for your soul in my holy land, the earth
Mama ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin' Oh all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land
Thugs pray" But still slugs spray from the double barrels Fallin? pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin? prophets Release the pain from the deepest closet It's like a secret
Chorus: Slow it down If i could go back i would slow it down If i could turn back i would slow it down If i could go back i would do it again Do it again
Galacto Inspector do you read me? Yes Captain Status? Completed Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly You were to monitor
s head in my bookbag [Chorus (2x)] "Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the land
bookbag (Chorus x2) Mr. Felcher: "Ok class, America is the land of the free. A land of democracy. A land without prejudice, and above all a land
Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret
and chill, until time will reveal Two thousand and one holy men with force fields Levitatin' space ships, earthquake hits, United States splits Projects turn to snake pits Secrets
get out [ENGINEER] Right! I won't make a sound (grabs his sack and leaves) [THUY] And as for you Come with me [KIM] NO There is a secret That you
Hearts torn in every way So ferry 'cross the Mersey 'Cause this land's the place I love And here I'll stay People they rush everywhere Each with their own secret
ocean Reaching out and touching her hand Whispering your secret emotion Magic in a magical land And when it's time for leaving Mozambique Just say goodbye to sand and sea You turn
Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land of