Love is a shield, to hide behind, love is a field to grow inside, and when I sometimes close my eyes my mind starts spinning round. Love is a baby in
dat I'm doin good in da devilz eyez But I preach to Im Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im (E-Dub) E-Dub and
So sweet In my daydreams And every night you creep into my dreams Fantasy It's so deep, but it's a fantasy Every night you creep into my dreams It's so
Ooh, what else can I do (2x) Ooh, face in a screw Ooh, racing to prove You never remember The blossom sender Still in a rub a dub style Long time you
You're a warrior fighting for your soul Taken from the world above and brought down the world below You're the son of his majesty Remember how it used
[verse 1] Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway
From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at Clear a path so that you could find your
doin good in da devilz eyez But I preach to Im Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im [E-Dub] E-Dub and
Esta es la voz, la voz del genio del dub Cuando hablas de violencia dice basta ya Que cuando hablas de guerra dice basta ya Que cuando hablas de hambre
Act your rage! Act your rage! Act your rage! Life these days has high demands, (High demands.) Seems like so much is out of our hands. But we gain
Scrub A Dub Dub Three Men In A Tub Jeffrey Dahmer Took Showers With Dead Men In His Tub He Was Too Tired To Cut Them Up So He Put Them In Cold Water With
Quick, quick, quick, quick (I'm hurt by love) Quick, quick, quick, quick Tell her try your best, just to make it quick Whom attend to the sick, my god
It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey, hey And the pain has starting to slip away, hey, hey I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining Think
Mercy Now ADRock and MCA The pass So Mike D M I K E Rock
Imitate that soured old song There is no individuality Only guises Shades of nonconformity There is no individuality Selling vantage points Low rate
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come
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(C) 1982 Pulse Music Ltd All songs written by David Hinds except "Your House" written by Phonso Martin All songs published by Pulse Music Ltd Produced
