around There were few men left standin' that day Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965, the 8th of November 8th of November (8th of November
Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day" I see a bunch of hippies crying "Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day" Like
rhymin [Mos Def] Now everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright
led to self harm... (LORI!) Oh I remember July the 8th... (LORI!) Now my heart is filled with love and hate... (LORI!) Oh I remember July the 8th... (
You're the 8th wonder of the world So don't abuse it You're just another beating drum A rhythm for generations to come You're the 8th wonder of the
Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your style Ain't that just a little unkind Hey, Marlon Brando
love with the 8th world wonder Seven days and seven nights of thunder The water's rising and I'm slipping under I think I fell in love with the 8th
crazy Baby you're so amazing Seven days and seven nights of thunder The water's rising and I'm slipping under I think I fell in love with the 8th world
Clap your hands everybody And everybody just clap your hands Ah, fly girls, clap your hands Ah, fly guys, clap your hands Well, if you're feeling alright
know more i said u know less then a door that's when i get to say I'm an 8th grade graduate your a 6th grade idiot don't you wish you were an 8th graduate
Crawl across towards your window I'm calling softly from the street Always a lonely widow Half awake and sleeping on my feet I'm of age but have no children
Caught staring again Like a deer in the headlights When I can't move fast enough I take a hit for the team Pretty girl is blushing I can't tell if she
the future? When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th grade You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th
The perfume that she wore was from some little store On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And our fingers
Know what you fucking get? Molotov cocktail, thats what you fucking get.
the 8th day God created rock n' roll And on the 8th day God created rock n' roll On the 8th day God created rock n' roll On the 8th day God created rock
S a nigga known to rip a microphone Leave you enthrasted in the zone Much to advanced to clone Master of this urban rhyme science Combined my legendary alliance 9th
