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on me. If me and Lee and K.G. could be three. I am free, tenaciously. Skinny dipping in a sea of Lee. I'll propose on bended knee. To Lee Lee
Looking through a glass onion Following the X-ray eye From the cortex to medulla Analyze E-K-G Can you see a memory? Register all my fear
And she's casting them out and about to catch me unaware She's got spies, but it's not quite like the K-G-B, you see She's got spies, but it's not quite
and you still think so Grab your rhymes and your mic [ all ] And go for what you know [ Almighty K.G. ] My name is K.G [ rest ] (better known
the table But some journalist got his mug shot kit And his briefcase on his lap But I'm tired of being linked with the K.G.B. And all that political crap
(K.M.G.) Seems never, no hesitation for my frustration I feel the years that i'm facin', so it's here money track, i'm lacin' With that Gothic
From a poem by G.K. Chesterton Called "The Balled of the White Horse." (thanks to Peter Fallon) music derived from a traditional Irish fiddle tune
you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? I feel ambitious The ideal copy is See I A D N A see K G be The ideal
brillantine Pour quoi faire Ce sont des scènes de manager Quoi c'est l'enfer Tu as vu où Indispensables C'est pas nous C.I.A. K.G.B. Rien à faire Ce
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin Serpents tongue, dagger claws Dragon wings, crooked horns K-I-N-G Beholding the might In its dawn of grace In
and the grocer keeps on following me, And the woman next door's an undercover for the K.G.B., And the man from the Social Security Keeps on invading my
Losing control The K.G.B. and the C.I.A., was it you? Democracy and freedom, was it you? I don't really know what I can see but I can see I'm Losing
L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids Told me not
aye Picture me and you, you and me K-I-S-S-I-N-G, then Picture me and you, under the tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G, Aye All mun fi bow, dem wicky di,
created this whole world with His own hand So everything is under His command (Chorus) K-I-N-G of the J-you-N-G-L-E He is the king of creation K-I-N-G
and the K.G.B. Tye swapping secrets
really doesn't bother me It's entertainment, baby It explodes Let the K.G.B. devise Just what comes after civilised This intersection's big enough
who are wise In their own eyes, what a life Behind the scene eyes nuh see What governments hide C.I.A should D.O.A., K.G.B. should R.I.P. That's
She stood beside my narrow bed To check my E.K.G. She shook her pretty little head At what's become of me I thought I glimpsed a path that led
L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids Told me not
Who's down, down down down. I'm down for my krown, no lie oh I stay high so high. I die for my krown, spittin K.I.N.G for L.I.F.E I'm down for my
the K.G.B. In this paradise, ah cold as ice; Moonlight and vodka, takes me away, Midnight in Moscow is sunshine in L.A., Yes, in the good old U.S.A.
Early in the morning sitting in a hotel Moscow's looking fine through the wine Spaced out I crashed out When the K.G.B. came on the line. It's
Early in the morning sitting in a hotel Moscow's looking fine through the wine Spaced out I crashed out When the K.G.B. came on the line. It's a cold
of a smacked-out Iraqi. He had the name of a dame from the K.G.B. Who knew that you were doing some work for me. You scrubbed his back, I bugged the tub. He