No place I can call home A dome upon the hill - stare What can that building be - sound I hear a melody - look That's my philosophy - wait The truth
many years on my own No place I can call home A dome upon the hill - stare What can that building be - sound I hear a melody - look That's my philosophy
and arranged by Buratto, Messina, Lonobile, Cartasegna, Gianotti, Agate; words by Messina, Buratto, Lonobile] Blind people, money, law, Bastards slaves
Use to be a major scale But the melody went stale Musical cacophony let Insy Winsy spider free Your a rich little boy Who's had to work for his toys
Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow me into a solo Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo Music mixed mellow maintains to make Melodies
feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze Draw my bare tears from this melody now
verse of fate I reap the mists of grace to bid farewell to faith Clenched cries, her drowning sweet hands bygone, waving and fleeting Dull slave to
-perpetuating noose. The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke, gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of self-deceit. Consuming the melody of
within me burning A flame to stay within me years It's just for you I want to live It's just to you my heart I give I'll always be your slave, my darling
re doing (kid capri) And just when you thought you knew everything there was to know You didn't know anything about this, tell 'em melodie (ms melodie
the earth The light comes forth as K.R.S. Intelligence force and love manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and shed light Behave, you're still a 20th century slave
Jealousy, well let's see It's a lot of that in Oakland It started when niggas started smokin And snortin hop, fuck pop I want the melodies But not the
leader! Rakim'll say Follow me into a solo Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo Music mixed mellow maintains to make Melodies for MC's motivates
Rakim. (E. Barrier - W. Griffin) Follow me into a solo, get in the flow, And you could picture, like a photo, Music makes mellow, maintains to make, Melodies
snakeskin a lot so I am new again I cannot be turned into this Poisonous love Something dangerous can contain easily Ima slave to your to your bead that can kill a melody
two This inn the place of many romantic tales On the loft women offer their sales But my eyes they catch a girl beat by everyone A slave she is but
pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave
It started on the sands of land of the mother Word to mother, king like my father My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships Still through