dream of a new world Where vows are made, where a cry is heard Love dies, love grows and the world goes by A warm wind and a red moon and the world goes
halo, the moon! Stepping ta' ya' real soon Ah! Check the blackness! Me before those enter the lightness! Masturbating! Masquerading! And you call your
beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls, rings and shades, Walk in the light of the moon, but I've never been a Batman, African call it Blackman, Brother
I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful The New Ice Cube Plus My Guns They Rock Mics Too So What's Good? Is You Crip? Or You Blood? Somebody Call
burning black Falling falling It's beating on my back With a fire, fire With a fire, fire Oooh...oooh... Falling, falling And the moon is running red
watch me light my fuse No more lookin' back to yesterday I got the thing to blow us both away All I need is you to navigate So come and ride my Rocket 88 Call
There's no reason for you to run You can't escape the fate of the chosen one Black moon rising, in a blood red sky This time you realise that you're gonna
from a distance, close up is never that big Never could learn to drink that blood and call it wine Never could learn to look at your face and call it
Fast Forward Me To The Part Where Me And Yo Girl Underneath The Sheets Just Keep Yo Eyes On, Gotta Whole Bunch Of Niggas Behind Me Wearing Red, Verizon
the moon and the stars, And all the Treasures of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms; To the Ball with him she will go, if her brings a red, red rose
red Red like jungle burning bright Those who feel me near Pull the blinds and change their minds It's been so long Still this pulsing night A plague I call
Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will
beyond The chants (are) becoming louder Victory... Gazing upon the twilight; I wish th' immortal hordes were me... I saw the moon; it was bleeding The fiendish call
's no one else there In the world is no worry And is never a care By the perfect moon As the nightingale calls With only the moon And the nostalgic tune
We left our homes behind, now we're following the wolves'trail Through the deepest forests, beneath the stars we ride I can see the moon glowing red like
the judge With another bag of bricks I scratch your name across these walls And with my blood turns red Then drips upon my killing floor Where I now call
' scho rum in dies'm Klavier, gell? Moon: Honey, I don't like this . . . Mike: Hey, yo, my man, my fists speak English! Ali: I ned, I ned! Wenn I red, red
