all the girls make some, make some noise. Do you know she's been on hold since the way she was born? You can hear her cuz now she knows the voice she's
my mouth right now. It's burning, it's begging for a chance to come out. It's gonna dance it's way from ear to ear and everybody's gonna wanna hear. Everybody's
Beneath these feet, underneath the thick concrete? there used to be a sandy beach, but no one will ever know. Flowers used to grow beneath the paving
some words to let them know despite those things they say about following dreams, sometimes it's not as easy as it seems. In case I die tonight, tell my momma it's
and read my palm. Can you tell me what's going on? Is my lifeline short? Is my lifeline long? Little Miss Apocalypse? why can't you be a little more miraculous? a
to me. We're all sick of standing in line waiting to die. We've got reasons to think it's pitiful. We've got a new way to dance, a new way to move
sicknesses. The T.V. is on? the volume is down. When people move their mouths and nothing comes out? get loud. In the car again, driving everybody
Everybody come and gather round. We've got the latest/the greatest hits from the underground. It's all brand new and improved. Guaranteed to shake
to there with only 23 hours to go. Tell your brothers and you sisters too, I've got a master's in philosophy. I'm on a soapbox in the parking lot of a
I've got two eyes. They spy every lie you hide between those lines. I've got two ears. They hear every cry you drown out with that noise. I've got
's my name? I'm under surveillance. Scribbled on the back of a Polaroid. Cover my tracks cuz I'm paranoid. Is this the way that I've become? Wiretaps, photographs like a
waking up with two black eyes, the first time that you realize there's a price to pay for standing up when everybody's sitting down. Like a first
they know him But fuck em, he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Making the story - making sure his
. She's trying to make me believe that it makes her sick when he turns into a monster. Phyllis: There's something about that that gets me so nauseous,
Eazy talkin Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's office Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E involved in Promote without that magazine in Boston Take a couple mil make Beans a
on the radio? Naw it's for you This is proof My own story's a spoof I'll always be a gypsy I'll forever be aloof And if you never get to likin' me it's
busta Run with me K - blucka Niggas done fled from-a... ...me infrared, sucka If him wan' play, busta,... ...come make me dead, busta Bein'-a half-way