Lyrics:
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
listen to our blessing of this
Lovely clove in song
May the breath of Garlic
Shine upon your teeth
Blessing ev'ry thing above
And ev'rything beneath
May
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I
Forever united, we walkin' this planet of gasses
True to all my niggas till my life span passes
With the (shh) sound of the pyro camp
You's a fool
in your face
Principalities moving
ct a rapid pace
We gotta train our soldiers
To run this race, yea!
When the fire is strange,
In
it's the Louieville Sluggah motherfucka
Straight outta Bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do need
droppa
I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'
Tried to rock the crowd for the
Turf but couldn't make it
It was
Woo, di club is getting warmer
Guess who is back up in your corner (ch'yeah)
Love to see di girls dem whining up in dem Dolce and dem Gabbana
This
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
what's real or what's fake
No tellin' who relate to the song of a saint
Deep down in my heart only wanted to be great
Lord is this my fate
Will I be up
playing the song and says the spice is you and me
Get Get Get Get Getting so high
Check this melody
[Bridge 1: Sonny B & kyte]
You know we I.P.P
Yeah you
overhead is a Spitfire…
War Correspondent 2:
… takes the form of an all out air offensive against their forward positions and this attack is in progress
Time it out and give it a couple of tries
So what is Space and this vail cast over our eyes
Its a disguise
The government uses lies and tries
To hide
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
rock the boat
I said...
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often
you know the irony of life is that you have like
this big dream to get where you want to be
but once you get there you start to dream about where
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
One two, one two
And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C.
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless
in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two
of blood for a dee-posit.
And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway,
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