There you go again crawling back to your obscurity. Crawling back to the place of disgrace. Melanchonly has adopted you and it's feeding you making
that he sees everything There's a bug on the phone Got his eye on the fly on the wall But the man in the street doesn't know 'till the guillotine falls Then he drops before
a secret chord That David played to pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music do you It goes like this, the fourth the fifth The minor fall
her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... . Baby i've been here before
modern feet. I was torn from my mother's hand And sworn not to repeat All the lives I had lived before Before life taught me death. I was kissed By
The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod, The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God. For all those who have eyes and all those
'head and stack another million (get down!) Jumpin around like you ain't really carin (get down!) Ladies rippin off everything they wearin (HEY YO!) I'm on top of the throne
till it falls B-tch ain't thinking with the deep, did ya dog 'Cause see you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls [Christina Aguilera]
her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... . Baby I've been here before
, They and their poisoned truth. One by one my people fell, Under their deceptive spell. How many sons of the Northe, had to fall? Before our eyes could
To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe I've been here before
hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see
feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E Product of my environment, you old-ass niggaz get ready for your early retirement Before I let hip-hop
kids, I'm after six digit things Fuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatin This crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatin Let's turf talk before
