if this was right? Don't throw it all away Can you do all these things? Will you do all these things Like we used to? Oh, like we used to
Traduction: A Rocket To The Moon. Comme on.
Two} Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you niggaz like mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used
greatest that ever orchestrated a verse It's the [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs To a soul slap, a smoke a
off the flo saying life is a ting when you learn you grow [chorus] [Damian & Stephen] she rise and she fall like a star her life ride off like a car
hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasure's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed
Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu
We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab) Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab) The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality
. We've got everything, we're growing everything, We've got some in We've got some out We've got some wild things floating about. Everyone, we
twice to look behind Got such a good feeling, just from playing in the dirt Once, when I was little We could build a rocket, fly to the moon Leave
rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs, it's like
late afternoon Lookin? like the beautiful from my honey moon I used to walk around under, her ventana Open la ventana, open yo heart nana We used to
talk about all of the little details, such as who had a word and who had a rock, and who had you through the mails. Now your love is a secret all
You and me, beautifully, thick like pieces of the man I used to be Now I'm back cause of what you do to me You like my reflection, better half to my
I win Serve a crew, kill a few niggas, 'til the end I mean, I'm a fiend for superior green And all my life I got advice from a superior team I gotta stay
chapter seven star grandmaster Pugilist John Trappa M.D. Go-go thirteen professional MC I bomb squads like Hank Sharpley Expose a fraud like hardcopy I know click and shoot like
