your body and soul! Body and soul, flesh and blood Heart and mind, spirit and seed From the depth of my soul Body and soul, flesh and blood Heart and
Käännös: Crown. Keholle ja mielelle.
body and soul! Body and soul, flesh and blood Heart and mind, spirit and seed From the depth of my soul Body and soul, flesh and blood Heart and mind, spirit and
the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details on how they found me (Yes) Vigil by candle light and gather 'round me (Farewell) And
the sun for the return of the buffalo and for a better day to come You can kill my body You can damn my soul for not believing in your god and some
starbrite the freaks come out at night Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night) And my panache will mosh your entourage Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage And
" And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace Mind tellin' me no, body tellin' me exit Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, huh Twist my body
I thought for a second and then my mind went Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic? Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul Breathin heavily but still in
run. but even though you tried, they got yo' body numb. Done, Done, Done, tell it be, 1-9-9-9 crime, crime, find, they gonna nick and wreek, and catch
ci i strach. Droga moja przeszA?a obok) I can't see 'cause it closes my sight my soul eyes in my head as crow keeps watching and my thoughts tangles
whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and
you looking like Grace Jones Hit niggaz up, Machete's will split niggaz up Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up Algado and Sho and this N.O. And if
worldwide Swollen Members Fathoms and fathoms of deep water the phantoms of speech Alters the martyrs of modern-day lexicography Archers and archers and
niggarish I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black licorice The frame of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic Let the imam pray over my head and wash Thoughts
And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and club While niggas is still beefin and tradin
and I blaze the world Fuck this world and everything in it I ain't gonna stop until my job is finished And my words are infinite My life is governed by
, I gave ya'll your own pen To write with, beware of vipers, and snakes and biters I taught ya'll about the depths of words and dark sentences Now ya'
