turn away strangely enough, it does not distract them God on TV only seems to attract them! I am not blind for what's on I'll be zappin' on your
smiled in dismay She took out four twenties, 'cause she liked round figures Everybody's a queen for a day Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire
Had fallen on the track and no one even got depressed Or even guessed he wasn't putting on an act Someone said he'd drunk too much 'Cause he was lying
choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game
ITAGUYOD I'M CALLING ON EVERY HUMAN SOUL THAT IS BREATHING FRIENDS AND FOES THOSE WHO STILL HAVE DREAMS LET'S GET TOGETHER AND MAKE THE FIRE BIGGER
grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At times of national crisis it's always the
't maintain the disorder So they call the national guard to come strike harder Rolling deep headed for florence and normandy where all you see Building on fire chaos on
the children know Dem could never know me 'Cause them a heads too low Oh, yeah, for sure oh for sure Got to take the ghetto youths Over on the Ethiopian
me with brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father, everybody
Hey yo entrepeneur wisdom ? who The dark kahlua, the black sire Smack fire out of the liar My heart desire Speak truth and light this fire The clever
than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not, nature is barren. Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be beliv'd. Enough! Or too much
what the children know Dem could never know me cause them a heads too low Oh yeah for sure oh for sure got to take the ghetto youths Over on the Ethiopian
before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At times of national crisis
From climate change to debt relief Surely couldn't come much bigger All the power that is nuclear Whose finger's on the trigger? On the horns of this
Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture
maintain the disorder So they call the National Guard to come strike harder Rolling deep headed for Florence and Normandy where all you see Building on fire chaos on
