from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong and don't fake it Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked I just kick the lyric, straight
Walkin' round here just about midnight She only come to make me feel good, Oh she makes me feel alright She come walking down my street, Then she comes
the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come
trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come to Lefrak
forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come
. * How can I feel anger towards the squaddy? Weighed down with his guns and inadequacies I can feel only pity and bellied compassion. How can anyone
Kweli) Yo Ah ah ahhh. What's the matter with these damn emcees [Kweli] (I don't know) Come on baby if you feeling me [Kweli] (yea) Sit down with me, roll
somebody doin somethin foul I can't turn my back without these haters tryin to shut me down Plot and I watch, strategize, but the clock Is sayin time don't
Come over here yo, come on don't be scared yo I'll I'm tryin to do is get brain like a scarecrow I'm Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying A lot of ya'
, is a beautiful day It don't matter if life is bringing you down, just be thankful anyway Even when the rain come, or the clouds may be gray Know you can
OF OZ: Good news! She's dead! The Witch of the West is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was The enemy of all of us here in Oz Is Dead! Good
I can't hear no Southern California slang or eat mango with cashew butter Cos I can't wear that dress that shines so much I come from Sweden Without breaking down
damn about a Grammy? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me Cartman: "But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Kenny:
out on the street. The sidewalk began to perspire, We had glass and dog shit at our feet. We went over to Mary's apartment Come on! To listen to the Grateful Dead
shit sucks nuts 'Cause my weeds bomb, and your weed sucks I said, all you punks talkin shit sucks nut You can ride this dick, uh, until I come. [chorus] Come
all I really wanna do is break down and cry Cause a close family friend just passed I know you already booked the studio But at the mo' my head can't
can say is "ain't it a bitch" Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowlin' pin Knocked down, sometimes I'm wearin' thin, they just won't let