Liquid Swords
Genius lyrics
Genius lyrics
"Publicity Lyrics"
The Flowers She Sent And The Flowers She Said She Lyrics
I saw you standing at the airport With your chihuahua in your hand Crying on the moving sidewalk On your way to Disneyland And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent Are all equally dead You don't care anymo
I saw you standing at the airport With your chihuahua in your hand Crying on the moving sidewalk On your way to Disneyland And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent Are all equally dead You don't care anymo
[Genius/GZA]
Who be first to catch this Beat Down?
My RapPages be The Source
Ego Trip remain victory, and no loss
Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets
Where the most live, catch Vibe and Blaze heat
Double XL [XXL] kings who rush through, got Right On
Quick to Stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on
Math lets the plates Spin
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin
The dawn catch fist, keep the paper direct wire
See them jake be tire
unlike the story that Echoes
Since You Asked Lyrics
What I'll give you since you asked Is all my time together; Take the rugged sunny days, The warm and Rocky weather, Take the roads that I have walked along, Looking for tomorrow?s time, Peace of mind. As my life spil
out with chronic liarsWhat I'll give you since you asked Is all my time together; Take the rugged sunny days, The warm and Rocky weather, Take the roads that I have walked along, Looking for tomorrow?s time, Peace of mind. As my life spil
Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs
A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm
Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our Source Sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Bill
Cross The Bridge Of False Prophecies Lyrics
You stepped into my life - And made me blind So blind to see - That I am one of a kind You refused to hear - My reasons why Don't you want to see - That you're one big lie Your prophecies That lied to me Could not exi
boardsYou stepped into my life - And made me blind So blind to see - That I am one of a kind You refused to hear - My reasons why Don't you want to see - That you're one big lie Your prophecies That lied to me Could not exi
Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the Clan
Get your whole click banned from radio
PD's cut your raps man
Forcin me to move on from one world to another
on the gulf, from the fuel Jet to hover
Take cover wit the radical, Urban Latino
No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno
I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence
To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's Nova, remain unsob
Lord Of The Highway Lyrics
With your fan belt slippin' and your bare tires squealin' Every time you hit the road you think you're rich. You're Lord of the Highway but the way you been drivin' Sends them hitch-hikers divin' for the ditcher
And serve High Times wit king cobras
I shoulder low-post MC's, your whole style ?lafeast?
Second to get your Word Up, then the troops unleash
Creative ?low fling?, to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
in the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat
In Bedrock and Gambling - Rolling Stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the Tiger Beat, rappin raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga
With your fan belt slippin' and your bare tires squealin' Every time you hit the road you think you're rich. You're Lord of the Highway but the way you been drivin' Sends them hitch-hikers divin' for the ditch
And serve High Times wit king cobras
I shoulder low-post MC's, your whole style ?lafeast?
Second to get your Word Up, then the troops unleash
Creative ?low fling?, to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
in the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat
In Bedrock and Gambling - Rolling Stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the Tiger Beat, rappin raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga