[Intro] Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga
need it... Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports 'N all THOSE unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box Until my head
Christ who on hill called calvary Gave his life for mine so Genuine I try to be If the world tries to stop me, I Rage Against The Machine So I turn ya radio up and head
we born to shine Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks Rims dipped the same color as the new Cadillac
all that phony stuff on sports And all those unconfirmed reports You know I watch that rotten box Until my head begin to hurt From checkin' out the way
Yeah... No I won't call you master Though to you I sold my My microphone shines I keep your children filled in Colorful swirls are building But not getting
down tonight From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes We untouchable, yea I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads
Like Dame did, homeboy in 'Backstage' Aiyyo, watch us do it (go 'head baby) Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby) You had your chance and blew it (go 'head
Jacky Jasper Keith A K A Dr. Dooom Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads
nothing left of me We will always be in these machines Give me chemical blood So I can run faster than the speed Of light that shines to bleach the color
on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
at the top We nearly jumped to the tower Scenes changing Nanosecond after nano We were in a time machine playing the piano Colors pouring from our heads
(Jian on lead) Color balloons, an appreciative handshake, if that counts as severance then don't waste your breath. We gave our times to a company planning
Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952" And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color
, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning 1952" "And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color
go wild--yeah, doin' it in style Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction Color my hair--do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to
The antique people are down in the dungeons Run by machines and afraid of the tax Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes Hauling their