Lyrics:
The noble Virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town
But mark right well what came to pass
From every door
Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie
Written by Lewis Mark
Lead vocals by James Young
if it's my time to die today
please God oh make it fast
balanced on this point for a year
in our God-given ways
Safety is sat by the fire
Sanctuary from these feverish smiles
Left with a mark on the door
Is this the gift that I wanted
in our God-given ways
Safety is sat by the fire
Sanctuary from these feverish smiles
Left with a mark on the door
Is this the gift that I wanted
as they walk by take time
To rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly down some papaya
Down with the revolution always wear my goggles 'cause there's
So much
much like time)
By just your birthday place and time (She's very fine)
Cause it's a silent night in the sea
And if you're cosmic'ly conscious you'll
the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya,
today was your last day
Would you make your mark
By mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late
To shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
I found him in the middle of the woods
Covered in stones, wrapped up in leaves
I took another look and found a mark
Right under his nose,
amazing
But baby don't play me and tell me that you don't like to get crazy
Your mind says no, but you're body says yes
'n I'm gonna get you by the widda
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
murder shit
Stretch marks from this art, gave birth to this
And I stand by every word of this
Malcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitch
Yeah
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
You were sitting side by side talking like old friends
You looked just like I remember wearing that
with my peers
The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter
Yes fly like Bel-Air
Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
It's time for some
[Verse 1: Lauryn Hill]
Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks
I make the dark see the light
Board the ark for forty nights
Times
Mark me down
Mark me down as less than passing
Take me down with a passing glance
I’ll muster what I can to walk back
Back in time
Back in time
a cell yeah
Ain't scared of nada, swinging by and imma sell fear
Feminine welfare, wonder if my girl care
Dying tryna get a head, like I sell hair
Got
It's ironic it's Platonic 'cause the clothes are in a pile by the bed
And he looks at her and laughs, and she giggles as she goes to kill the light
Rappin' is the voice
Mic the lime light
If the times right
I might set aside
A set of scriptures for the settlement & make it rhyme right
It's a nice time
the gloves I leave a mark
Fuck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke
I got demons all around me but I still don't give no fucks
I been
joking (Let's Go)
Gonna make a mark on the scene
Gonna make a mark I believe
I know 2018 is the year to spark the flame
So I start reaching my dreams
One
Lemme tell ya story that's been told a thousand times
Of the men who fed the world in tall ships and long lines
Lives hung in the balance with
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