Seven's Travels
Atmosphere lyrics
Atmosphere lyrics
"Edie Brikell Lyrics"
Sins Of The Father 443 Lyrics
I am the crazy man Who lives inside your head But I think I'm breaking through the wall You are the innocent Convicted of the crime No one was ever there To catch you when you fall I see the diamonds But you only see the rock I need to run But you only crawl It's time to open up All the doors that you ke
I am the crazy man Who lives inside your head But I think I'm breaking through the wall You are the innocent Convicted of the crime No one was ever there To catch you when you fall I see the diamonds But you only see the rock I need to run But you only crawl It's time to open up All the doors that you ke
I feel that most of you soliders are flimsy
How the hell did you get over as an emcee?
Now the dialouge injectors they simply
And I respect those that hold it against me
Pay dues and make rules to break rules
Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools gave jewels to use
From cradle to grade school to the grave
And still wade through these pools of I love you and I hate you
And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)
First off focus, figure out why you wrote it
What?s the motvie?
What you use to grow it?
Where you tryin to go with it?
Do the people want it?
Do they need it? Or maybe they would rather that you keep it
Is the party now popin? Or at least
Shovel Lyrics
I've come back from all my quitting I've come back from all my slitting Only to find that I have laid a lonely shovel in my bed I've come back from all my slitting I've come back from all my quitting Is it that every car I hear is yours coming up the hill Hey slice Up my grave I proved you My grave Diggin' up Fillin' up Get
a couple of heads noddin?I've come back from all my quitting I've come back from all my slitting Only to find that I have laid a lonely shovel in my bed I've come back from all my slitting I've come back from all my quitting Is it that every car I hear is yours coming up the hill Hey slice Up my grave I proved you My grave Diggin' up Fillin' up Get
Does the pass or fail depend on wether or not a check?s gotten?
Is it the laughter, the love, the hope?
Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think ya dope?
Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels?
The hunger, you want more than left over egg rolls?
Shit, I made a video I ain?t even got cable
So if you ain?t down with what we doin you better lay low
My future?s made of Play-Dough, past is made of stone
Virgo playboy Slug is dumb building a home
And it lead me to belive the 3D that I breathe,
Through the TV and the CD be the need to grit the teeth
A twenty-something wasteland
Here comes the out of place spaceman
Spread the wingspan
Starin at the ocean
Like it was a woman
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Like A Rembrandt Lyrics
Get a load of that with the snakeskins on Looks like a refugee from a headbangin' song Sweet July evening seems all the world we've ever known Is here at the breaker shakin' them restless bones Brown baggin' as the music's draggin' On a cheap cassette machine Honey, I know no matter where we go We're gonna keep us a piece of this routine CHOR
pin that she?ll let me run my toes through her pink sandGet a load of that with the snakeskins on Looks like a refugee from a headbangin' song Sweet July evening seems all the world we've ever known Is here at the breaker shakin' them restless bones Brown baggin' as the music's draggin' On a cheap cassette machine Honey, I know no matter where we go We're gonna keep us a piece of this routine CHOR
And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)
Now here I sit in this cellar
Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter
It goes one part hustler
Two parts good guy
Sounds like it should but this shit doesn?t look right
Took my hook and pierced ya skin
So now when I say jump you say when
When I say now all ya?ll say where
When I say Atmos you say phere
You know me but just the me
I let you see the me you need
So you can set yourself free
You?ll have to fuck Slug up to shut Slug up
But for now baby please close your mouth and lift your butt up
And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
What If I Lyrics
Her words Have left me Discharged like A space She stepped in to Reveal The doubt I've felt What if I Take a little more Than you need What if i Say i believe in me Adequate for qualified Oh to be All that i say i can be Her world Has shown me It's not just me Who needs more
I used to play the back of the club in study mode
Placin bets on who would leave the set with a bloody nose
Head shots used to talk a lot of shit
Used to walk a lot of shit
The pre-trial of accomplishment
Before I knew that this network existed
Just another pair of baggy pants sweatshirted misfit
The piolt sticker bombs spell it right
S-L-U-G don?t get it wrong that shit?s my life
And I?m thankful for the angle the lessons learned
I?m happy as hell for how the carosuel turned
Smilin at the angel that stole my sperm
Cause now maybe the legend can out live the germ
And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)