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awaken
Since my baby's gone

From the album "True Love"
Written by: M. Parish & H. White
COINTEL, going down
Projects, pop offs, issues, payback
Sickness, lockdown, get it
Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown

Before you get what you want, gotta give
the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
Official Bronx niggas, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)

[Chorus]

Jesus H. Christ, how many times
Bands with managers are going places 
Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces 
You don't believe when I say 
It won't be alright 
Vans with
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture)
It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
8 spoonfulls in coffee, please Candy and chocolate from slavery Ice cream in every variety Sweet crystalline substance C12 H22 O11 White poison 1 2
mummy. 
I was listening to Classic VH when I pulled an H. Singh 

Drank myself to a stupor, ears started to ring 
And I'll go to Finally Al's and type
for me face the judge and lie for me

P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H. 
Represent to the fullest 
And I'm putting cowards back into place
When I'm
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture)
It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
step up on the crack
H-h-honey, I know what worth was waiting for

You got your white coat mama
You got your heart of soul
I see some crucifixion behind
pleasure, the fear is gone, In the land of the wintersun.

[Solo: H. Juhano / Both / N. Dahlin / P. Vastila / Both & Vastila]
[Repeat: Bridge: 2 - Rep.
Tá mo grábháil í, a shí ógó
Greamaithe don dheánaí, a h-óbó
'S mo ghrábháil gheal fán únán tráigh
'S mé 'gabháil i tsáile i mBaile Leóil
 
'S
a white hearse and I'm the
Ne plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holy
Frijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap."
it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.
to Jay Peso

But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty
Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavea amp in 1984
While Zak without a 'see' tried out some new guitars
Playing
He was in section a to g,
She was under h to t.
Their eyes met across the queue,
Look at you.

He asked for her current address,
She blushed
From Malay to Harlem two stepping (echo)
So I' stop cause we made it where the ladies are

We start with Bellini's and end with Patron shots
H.
Patrone shots
H. Lorenzo belt, buckle from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store
With bags worth a 100 cash, shoppin?
[M: T. Eriksson, L: P. Johansson]

[CHORUS]
Don't hide your eyes from the mystical lies
Don't run away when it's better to stay
Keep on your fight
Tonight

Hee

But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White

Ooo...

They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had
on the team, crash your huddle

Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano
You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano
Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow
in their mouth
Start a moonshine steal sleep in a tent
buy some cheap livestock find some land to rent
Then I'm a Cledus T. it up and down the farm
in the house
Huh, uh, Fred in the house
Check it out, bullshit!

I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin' down
I gets mo daps than H. Rap Brown
I drive
a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless
You got plans at gettin' at P?
Don't do it
I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga
My baby

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