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The Gonzo Hits Medley

Barry Manilow

Live on Broadway

1987

bad
Ya know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New

know that you can take it
Cant sweat about no bitch I only worry bout blue faces, Yeah

pepper pussy boy you wildin'
Deep dishing beef
Like Italians
New Jerseys for my lineman
You know we steady pushing stars to alignment
I had to stop

and the blue eyes
Couldn't be more down to Earth, even 55 floors high (Whoa)
Kinda like when I met Rice for the first time
Even I was surprised by my own eyes

need to know who is and who's not watching

Chop flow
Snip it up
Switch flow
Rip it up

I got the urge to purge the words
Like ancient philosophers

forth
Sunny day you experience,
Never be surprised when, out of the blue, you see the rain falls and it pours
Tryna open the doors using only my thoughts

Magica Story

Dio

Magica

2000

One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that

Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!

Ah like Dee say, "Peroni ain't phony"
Excuse my Italian but venni, vetti, vecci

I want a whip (Whip aye)
I saw that whip (Whip aye)
Now I got that

the words spray

Ice chips melting on the polyester
Autopilot like a Tesla
The arena is grim
And it's so cold
Blue lines
In your nostril
They checking

Davis Absolute the Body

You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take

Im a blue dread swanga 
I got shewed shrooms there uh
Im a blue face killa 
Thought you knew this nigga
Who this?
New clothes new chain new shoes

be
No such thing as a picture perfect version of me
From A to B at my own pace, I know it irks 'em to see
What good is shooting for the stars if it

purpose to take each word on a plate and serve
It's my duty my service
Print my verses and tape each word
A unique version of each person
I meet personally

you describe
So I come by
And change the line
Because we know
Because we like
Because we both
Because we fine
Because together we look nice
Because

what we really need
Is more people
I want to know that you agree
We need more people
That's what I'm thinking maybe that's just me
We need more people

painted by a man you knew,
someone you dated in '82
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
I didn't even know you liked soul that well
Three pieces of paper

to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression

[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep

don't know what things would look like

That's my why no matter what world I'm in
I'm accessible by only one satellite
Vernon
Dylan
And you in your

the sky
My favorite color is baby blue
Just like the sky ah
You can tell i'm a prophet by the words i spoke
I smelled the bacon before i got out of bed i

and a blue one for me
Another red pass sit's menacingly
On the bench
The clerk doesn't mention my father's absence
I copy my mother and clip my pass

third person
You as genuine as "Pony," the karaoke version
Now you're 'lone, don't give a fuck if we connect
I'll bet you with a dying phone, I dust

Spending time by myself, or with me
Winding down when my mind's a little sickly
It's wild when I'm feeling all nostalgic
Remembering the time while I vibe

But I don't believe in ghosts or anything
I know that you are gone and that I'm carrying some version of you around
Some untrustworthy old