Lyrics:
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
apart by all the reason
Lose myself in all the pieces
Can't figure out the meaning
So unsure and all I know is
I wake up, get outta bed
Try to drag my
and work on the future
Aceyalone ain't not a phoney not by any means
And by any means necessary be supreme
I am the poet to flow with and get lyrical
I write
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
Who got their piece of the pie?
Romantic love, hot suicidal
Cobain was murdered by you
Cobain was murdered by you
Cobain was murdered by you
Weed is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there, always been there.
Weed is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there,
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen)
Temptation
Motivation
Hesitation
Trepidation
And we're walking on broken diamonds
Blinded by their light
In a world
what I do, yeah, that's what I do
Ha, too many times I've been hurt before
Too many holes in my bedroom walls
Too many nights passing me by, by my
I know you're smart
You spin me 'round like a knot
You know the pieces, pieces of my heart
Sometimes it's fun, you pull my strings one by one
sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play it on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots it between three and four
I know you're smart
You spin me 'round like a knot
You know the pieces, pieces of my heart
Sometimes it's fun, you pull my strings one by one
sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play it on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots it between three and four
sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play it on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots it between three and four
we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
Drunk with sin she sits in her skin,
Filled with anger fuelled by liquor drowns in dreams
With no saviour from the truth none can save her
He is
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers
heavy as a goddamn log
I can't stop wantin' you baby
Now I'm begging like a little dog
And if rip my shirt to pieces
It?s not enough for you
Dress up in
But he wasn't her type
He was a different kind
But they were built for each other
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
They were built for each other, by
start defining
Yourself by who you really are inside
And not by some silly guy
That's only telling you lies
You ought to try it (Come on)
And if it
procession follows at my back This planet is dressed in black Dressed in black This world is doomed Even our skies are filled with waste Piece by piece we
for the words to tell my story
Getting out of my head seems to be
The only way of setting myself free
Picking up the pieces one by one it seems
Untimely
Molokov:
There's no use in Soloists:
Losing. We can feel the flame
Of triumph burning,
Bit by bit the pieces
There's a piece of your face in every place yeah
You keep on making my heart race
Pulling up by my house
I don't wanna go inside
'Cause I gotta be alone
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