shows when you're low 'cause you know That it's all in your mind It's all in your mind Every trip that you take shocks your senses awake You'll get
Traduction: Swing Out Sisters. All In Your Mind.
Libra y'all A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Verse One: Wyclef You wanna battle swing I bring commanding men like I was king In all your
burning like wet matches thru my miracle mile mind you left your thumbprint inside me now for months it seems but mine only brushes your soft surface
did your thang, I did my thang, I ain't mad atchu I patted you on your back for your good deeds But the extraordinary mood swings I don't need It's a
[45 King] Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock
I break it down for you Merrily merrily merrily merrily hyper happy overjoyed Pleased with all the beats and rhymes my sisters have employed Slick and
Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out
uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All
'all both fine want me to just one, on the under maybe y'all two could do a little something something Cause i don't mind as many times as i had to you
we pass the crews Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the sisters And the sisters and the brothers, and all the others With the funky flairs, the bugged-out
' out my Ray-Gun Listen, brothers and sisters It's time for everyone to go fishin' For your history, open a book and read Between the lines, don't recline your
Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock rhymes, so
[45 king] Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The queen latifah, the king of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock
put my dick on your shoulder So you can put it on your mind later on Take that dick off your shoulder And put it in your mouth Drink the evidence And
and chasin My tongue your tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin Tungs'll be cut like Jason, racin Tung Twista rocks, your lip'll lock My tongue