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Now It Can Be Told

Billy Eckstine

The Irving Berlin Songbook

1957

All the world's great lovers have been glorified
History placed them in a romantic set
In between book covers they are side by side
But the real

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

A Letter to the New York Post

Public Enemy

Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

1991

can't destroy me
Rapper of Public Enemy, rap star beats lover
With the headline of a fucked up cover
Out the pot took plate New York Post
get your

of the baller
This baller gives me his book about his life
His book tells the story of him growing up
He tells about his difficulties
With epilepsy and I say
I

(Uncle Lupe)
Alright it's time to go to sleep
(Hey Uncle Lupe)
What?
(Can you please tell us a bedtime story?)
Ugh, it's late man
Okay, okay okay,

were the one
To be by my side
Always knew
You were down to ride
In it always
Down to try new way slides
I'd wish you'd come and slide
Ya
Ugh
We could

to laugh at life
And giggle through the day
They think the world's a brand new shiny toy
And if while dreaming in the clouds
They fall and go kersplatt

by now
And I can feel my knees getting weaker
And soon they'll be throwing in the towel

But I'm steady holding my cover
And I'm sure there's some more

Maybe in a future conversation
And maybe I'll see you on vacation

But not in real life, on your story
I was about to reach out
But I'm fucking boring

a little magical
'Cause through the pages I
I pass by the dark sky
Glowing in the moonlight
Moving happily between the stars
Go to new dimensions
Find a new

cannot be found 
I need a new town 
busy cities and people walking down 
Romantic stories, new friends found 
moving stars across the sky 
Whispers

destroy me
Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a fucked up cover
Out the pot took plate New York Post
get your story straight

A library that's full of stories
Broken down into categories
A million words on a thousand pages
Waiting to be told
Don't judge a book by it's cover

Rolex so bright gotta cover my Eyes
Need all that gold up in my life
34 K On A Brand New House
50 more K just for my spouse
All that glitters is not gold

Niggas act like bitches man that is so corny
Don't judge me till' you know my story
Don't judge me till' you know my story
Don't ever judge a book by its

livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son

The ***** you can drop on the public
Just like the ***** Republic
***** you cannot stomach
And cover it up behind a beat of a little drumstick
And get your

pissing you off
Terrific
I love it
The shit you can drop on the public
Just like the fuckin Republic
Shit you cannot stomach
And cover it up behind a beat

To her friend to her father
The story of her father's scar
The girl who made her feel dumb
The girl who was hit by the car
The air felt perfect on her skin

Four Brothers

The Manhattan Transfer

The Manhattan Transfer Live

1987

But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns

How'd ya do, I'm

Gimme that new wave
New groove
His grace covers me like a new roof
His mercies are everlasting with the new look
He is so compassionate he made

roll like Katamari
Taking strolls and playing sorry
I've got places I could take you 
Let's go ice skating find dory 
You can tell me all your stories
We

what I say I know
I'm tryna tell the whole planet the story
Cause this is the life I chose

Step by faith fasho
People they watch what I'm doin
Thirteen

to your funeral and ended up looking like a New Romantic. And I'd never let it show, but I felt less than comfortable on that wooden pew avoiding sideways