you wish you were apart of us Go back to when you were just another face in the crowd No matter what, you'll always be dead to me I hear the dead
when you wish you were apart of us Go back to when you were just another face in the crowd No matter what, you'll always be dead to me I hear the dead
the Kings Of Kings ah call Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me, to win election
And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it?s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody?s high
And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
man holds in his mortal hand the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
and your dead Let me lick that uh uh Can I kiss that, no Let me kiss that Let me lick that come on Let me lick that Uh huh it might be too sweet It won
she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that no one can write. Oh, where are you tonight? The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you
me what it is you see in me Would ya look into my eyes Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could ya tell me what you see [Krayzie
they make me pure. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you.
submission And you will be able to see my revolution on television You'll get an aneurysm fuckin around with my head on collision With the power to get you dead and half the dead
the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street
Now the Kings Of Kings a call Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me To see the sufferation sicken me Them suit no fit me, to win election
stardom Now di King of Kings a call Ol? man to pickney So wave unnu hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me To win election
You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure
me follow me follow me follow me Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne Me come for them alllllllll
a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me