Ian: Dee . . . dee BAH dam . . . eeeeh-dam pa-pa-pa-pa-pam . . . tee-pa pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! And just wail out the last one. Bunk: Mmm, let's [stack] here
NO STRESS When people say:" you are a bastard" Set on you, you got to keep your CONTROL Do not go into their game, ignore the speak of gossip NO STRESS
As we go way beyond sky's the limit and you know who we are We shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the
I heard that in the First World War The soldiers called a truce For a Christmas game of football Instead of fighting their pointless war Instead of fighting
I heard that in the first world war The soldiers called a truce For a christmas game of football Instead of fighting their pointless war Instead of fighting
Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez Song Sharp Shooters Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520 lirilommen@msn.com (stic.man) Everything is politics,I CHIN
These are your good years, don't take my advice You never wanted the nice boys anyway And I'm of good cheer 'cause I've been checking my list The gifts
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, percussion) Ray collins (vocals) Jimmy carl black (drums) Roy estrada (electric bass) Don preston (electric piano) Billy
Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin? brains blow up Grass junkies drunk on that Brass Monkey
Hey honey, where the hell is my shooter now? You can call me honey, you can steal my money You can try again and you can pray to heaven But I tell you
Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in
I'm exactly where I want to be Like a thief inside a robbery Listening to pirate radio Imagine that I'm in the show Empty sky but I'm still composed
charged for murder first-degree fingerprints agree searched my home for evidence cause for this offense I am the scapegoat for authorities a suspect
(feat. Robin Thicke) [Lil Wayne] Yea, yea, yea Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot Rappin' fire, what you know about it I brought my homie along for the
Ah, can you read in all your magazines Thinkin' that you got it near You trust to kill you're going out tonight Baby, all your let me see Yeah, right
Aketo : Ces quelques rimes c'est pour Elle, Peut importe son origine, J'ai juste besoin de l'essentiel, C'est pour celle que Dieu me destine Elle,
Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you, Windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view, Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear, Sharpshooter Infra
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] As we go way beyond sky's the limit, and you know who we are We shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us land