getting cold oh,wake me,say it say you'll stay here and then i wake in a nightmare oh,oh i'm lost in my sleep and i'm on my own and i do have fear...
-two tracks Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the cats Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
my home and make it your own, recite lines from my favorite books in the garden, hear the songs closest to my life while you sleep in my bed, and look
their ears "close your eyes, release your mind." consider yourselves my very one desire, consider yourselves my slaves consider yourselves at my fingertips, in the palm of my hand, my
underneath the sky, the stars, the moon I can feel it in your touch the fire burning from your fingertips Oh baby what a rush the feeling of your heartbeat on my
when the style ain't Bringing that bomb squad density when irate Digging in the crates full of sodium nitrate Like this I'll... burn up my fingertips,
the style ain't Bringing that bomb squad density when irate Digging in the crates full of sodium nitrate Like this I'll... burn up my fingertips, roof
Live,Lonnie B.,Pacewon ...) Esoteric, representin' in my home territory Boston, rock the house [Reks] Enter my tea party, mind ya manners My fingertips
