beginning, thrust into our new consciousness Final ending, all reversing, infinity is uncoiling How can this be? Unwound eternity The air is gone, atmosphere
Sixteen kings, international Going against the odds and the curse A universal traveller verse The first to peep this right or wrong turf Trapped in the Earth's atmosphere
pong Nobody wants an argument You try to bargain as a friend But it's hard to with a star offense against a smart defense And the history you share is
arrived With the excitment of a new born Came to join the main event and fight against the luke warm With nothing but they word and they history Take
we was wrong Sittin at a stop light, singin along When I look in my rearview now, what would I see If I didn't have the music in my history, now give
you, the bad and the good stuff A whole house full of dreams and steps I think you'd be impressed with the pieces I kept You disappeared but the history
the next mans doin', thats what keeps you from recieving what i'm pursueing, here's a clue an kill your demo, i'm tryna make history, on a bus full
's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me They're rolling thick like they know they taking victory But not tonight, right, I'ma make some history
snow fall (its comin down) She doesnt want to understand why I still come around She look at the mirror she dont see what I see She holds no history
and shoot you. they don't know how to handle Humour, peaceful humour and that's our message really. Questioner: what do you think was the biggest success in history
Drop of Lucifer [parody of Drops of Jupiter, by Train] Now that he's back in the atmosphere The drop of Lucifer is severe, yeah yeah... yeah... He
ll fall in love and here's the bottom line Our trio's down to two. (Oh.) The sweet caress of twilight There's magic everywhere And with all this romantic atmosphere
trio's down to two. (Oh.) [In a sarcastic mock-French accent] Ze sweet caress of twilight [Back to normal, but still sarcastic] There's magic everywhere And with all this romantic atmosphere
, but Uncle Sam's on Mars Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, he's on Mars Layers of smoke in the atmosphere have made the
the unforgettable name of the man they call the Keith Murray Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm goin down in history
. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The Judgement Of Posterity. Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases
for a little bit more It's shiny red like the sheets on my bed It might turn a head or two It's no mystery the man's history And I'm ready for something