Search results for 'made in indonesia by 3 colours red' Page #16

mostly by telling stories but
sadly this style don't pay the bills
lets talk about how i could be
one of the few rappers holding it down still
in a time

from the wrath of my fists of war I'm giving gifts to the poor I'm bringing paint to the Battlefield colour it red, a new meaning to art of war a new

confusion between humans
Consumed by your own self created illusion
Lost in delusion
Telling me my race is the colour of my skin
Fuck you as I believe in this

It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy

Era One

Samael

Era One + Lesson in Magic

the language of my will
Rope formed
By the notes sealing the dance of our sex
Pictures flashing in our minds

There we search and here we find
And we glow and we

Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties you had three sons
Handsome husband by your

J Blige in her prime
Yeah, I made it like Beats by Dre in his prime
Shit, I remember listenin' to Beats by Dre in his prime
I decided to be a great

Perfect World

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

will) 

Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams 

Homicide scene, perfect world 

By any means get cream 

Just don't let it come

I remember all the good times
Us waiting for ages in that lunch line
Then trotting like Ruth on the field  in that grad line
Decked out in red caps

Aye Pound...
Huh?
Barely made JV (I barely made it)
Jokes on you Coach
I'm still in the field
I got homies fighting bodies (Barely making it)
I know

Killshot

Eminem

Killshot

2018

outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But

I'm outta my mind, all I see is red
On the phone just with the therapist, there's demons in my head

And I'm not finna make no deal over a little

Red rover red rover until the ocean rolls over twenty-foot jub-jubs fill their nostrils with clover
We call the spastic flailing to the closer

hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word

Fantastic

Show stoppin emcees

Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

But

Bitch'll never get a ring like CP3
Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch
I'm drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy
I ain't need a beam
12 had to let me

and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos, I needed one key I would've made Cops
Free my niggas

A Rose by Any Other Name

Gerald Levert

Voices

2005

flowers
There's one single stem red rose
It stood out from the rest the fairest of them all
It made me think of what you asked me
Can you call a rose by

sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North

little red
Rocket
Ship!

I'm coming home to you!

All the voices in my head
Are but a fetterbed
Cause I know they're no friends of mine
Misses Vulpine!

good people went by
Made friends with guys in my circumstance
Even tho we don't have shit to share like its only 1 slice
Fuck that shit alright
Met some

to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
Here's our

pack of that bud 
It's fucking hazy because of that blunt 
Eyes turned red, colour of blood 
washed out mind like it got flood 
But what the fuck, I got

The Ballad of Hard Luck Henry

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;
That's followed every fool

[Intro: Guys talkin about Tech N9ne]

"And the spiked red hair, and the, and, and paintin' his face..."
"Whoa, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man..."