Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod
Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod
Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod, Dennis Rod
of the spheres
Enchanting you beyond your fears
The music of the spheres
Surpassing time beyond our years
Someday I'll be there
Free to roam anywhere
Drawn in by
when that rod wave
You ain't gotta be afraid
(It ain't the same thang)
Went from school yards playing tag to catching opps he cornered to the wall
My
Like a baleful comet
Scorching the celestial sphere
Risen above obscurity
A malignant poet, the prophet of woe
His iconic career
Cut short by suicide
digger
I go by YoungBoy, I make murder music, and I'm known to kill shit
They dissin', makin' murder music? Hell nah, hit that kill switch
Dead
too-wee,
young birds from
a truck. In the meantime, opiate
so piercing. Ach, dey sing in earnest.
Seven now.
MUSIC was being born
again. Toads are still
[Kate]
Your problems aren't so bad
I'm kinda pretty
And pretty damn smart.
[Brian]
You are
[Kate]
Thanks
I like romantic things like music and art.
on the bone
Grown to size by the poems
Coax the passions from the stone,
The chemistry of common life
Iron antlers fill the sky,
Metal organs fertilize,
brain is feeling new dude, good mood
These is lyrics that you gotta chew dude
Like good food
Music is magic that is true dude, no voodoo
My favorite
might be a hater but you'll change your mind 'bout my music so thanks in advance
You live in the moment, I feel the expanse
Must be at a show 'cause I'm
black
To look for the answers
To find who we are, insect or dancers
To music of spheres
In this lonely night
We are on journey without the trace
Beyond
Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
Dennis Rod-
Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
Dennis Rod-
I'm thinking about God
Is it a he or a she
from a random garage sale . Firmly gripping my Aaron’s rod with fine-tuned feeling she freely guides it into her hot sauce-saturated wishing well,
his sons
But it’s over…
And now it must all sleep
All that remains
Is the music of the spheres
The perfect harmony lies broken, bleeding from our
the same
Bought into by all
Do you see the Spheres in the sky? The escape starts today
Cause it's always on my mind
I hear the songs they sing all day
executive, who
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"You
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
that
When you're dancing to beautiful music you're acting that out
The music is the music of the spheres and you're participating
In the patterning
different when you young and broken
They don't know how to handle they just steady smoking
I feel like music is my only coping
Quoting Rod wave trynna keep my
riding high
Cruise fly by
Friendly guide
With our music
But then there's you
Did you wanna come too?
There's some room in here
Don't fade on your own
You
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
New York
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
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