Lyrics:
outside by themselves
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twenty-four: feed them some cat food
One
an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a love song.
*
We look for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
bands
My shit so bomb I could pack a stand
Need a 100 bands, let me get some land
They love to hate but they really fans
That's the game I don't take
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
saw the film? Fantastic
" Bernard Arnault
Told a reporter before the concert
Which also featured an exhibition of West
Portrait's by photographer Jackie
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers
I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
In the basement, hard-body power
I'd do anything in my power
To see you just smile
I want you to prosper and come proper
Even if that means I ain't by your side
I'd do anything
of rejection
Taken into the Lion's den
And forsaken
Stood by and watched
You're so mistaken
Taken into the Lion's den
And forsaken
Firm hand
A power play
Yeah, Scientific Shabazz, the Holy Psychiatrist
Coming down with that spiritual rain
Six thousand years of darkness
Four hundred years of pain
keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm
a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your,
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos
I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got
GET THRU BY CHANCES
SYSTEM OF POWER
SYSTEM OF CONTROL
SYSTEM OF POWER
SYSTEM OF LOVE
SYSTEM OF POWER
Solo
I STILL BELIEVE THAT A MAN SHOULD HAVE
folds And the corpse we carry really is a weight we'd like to throw We love the strange new animals We love the fearful plants But we all surrender
and it will be recorded in the portrait of death...
you see what i see
by one hundred and ninety-three heads
that rot in their castle
built with the bones
around and catch
A body cause somebody didn't realize
Traumatized by the traumatized and
What they symbolize
Feeling the high from all the
Power that I
through, chosenfew
Show n prove, the power of God's in you
Or remain a savage in pursuit of happiness
Who lacks jewels, love and peace completes
[02:03:550]I'm so loved
[02:07:250]I am so loved by you
[02:09:800]I'm in love
[02:12:050]I am in love with you
[02:14:350]Bridge
[02:16:100]I can't live
the power of a song
When it grabs you by the heart
It's gonna find you when it wants to
No matter where you are
That's the miracle of music
Love's
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