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(feat. Joanna Newsome, STS) [Chorus 2X: Joanna Newsome] We should shine a light on, a light on Book I write on, write on, it's right on [Black Thought
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: (feat. Joanna Newsome, STS) [Chorus 2X: Joanna Newsome] We should shine a light on, a light on Book I write on, write on, it's right on [Black Thought
The Pussy Pussy Who Wants To Come Get A Pie Of The Peice Got Time For Everyone I Aint On No Leash Be Single And Mingle Around Seen One To Many Get Tied Down That Shit Right
’m not gonna try to mess with my roots When my heart is breaking I’ll dance with the wolves You think you know me, thin you control me The more you’re feeling right
smiling Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on
brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on, while I'm on the john If I had
with Chorus] Or maybe you did Maybe you like being shoved Maybe cuz we're crazy in loooove [Chorus] Crazy on you Crazy on you Let me go crazy crazy on
goin crazy I feel crazy (Tell em bout it) [Verse 1 - Tupac] Last year was a hard one But life goes on I hold my head against the wall Learning right
right) Got me feelin (All right) Got me feelin (All right) Got me feelin (All right) all shots down (All right) got me wanna get down all night (All night) All right
[wyclef] (come on) Root to the fruit More bass than bootsy collins You verses me Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha) God’s act, stand back and watch
I'll never be the same, breaking decency Don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots I've been humming too many words, got a weak self esteem That
eyes on the saint. Our city with its beautiful history, Is being diluted. But we will not let go. No we wont. Now get a grip on your roots boy. Don'
question What is this What is this What is this What is this What is this Not speakin' on my physical, mental or my horror I'm speakin' on my soul for