HA! Check it out! It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La Soul See y'all niggaz don't
while we while we lettin you know I'm in a certified rhyme meadow for days If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays Hitting Willie Mays style out the park Mastering in this +Art
[Intro/Chorus: sung] Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me
[Busy Bee] That's right, I'm dancin y'all I'm gon' keep on dancin into the new millenium Ya understand what I'm sayin? Hey De La Soul, Beastie Boys I
have known Don't keep it inside let it out and lay it all on me Sold my life to bring the rain Maybe to wash me clean Sold my soul to stop the pain Hoping
It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose I got a little proposition, homey
acid bath Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil cuts You wanna know what's happenin what? The beat become my soul
arm These expensive things are just wearing me Cause nothing, even matters if my sun shines Trapped in, behind the clouds most of the time I finally see why the guard her soul
nigga victimized or just willing no blinds, no bags, just dealing no foundation or floor plan, just building check it, nights bright but the daya??s dark covered in tattooa??s ,but hate art
am here If you give me half a chance, I'll prove this to you I will be patient, kind, faithful and true To a man who loves music, a man who loves art
my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is dead, fuckers and your soul is with
If Thou art near when life is closing All joyful shall I fall asleep, Be Thou with me as I awaken, And claim my soul when I arise If Thou art near when
THOUGH THEY R GONE THEY WILL NEVER EVER 4GOTTEN INOUR HEART N ESPECAILLY IN OUR SOUL THAT IS HURTING ALL OUR PAIN LET OUR PAIN GO IN THE ART OF LETTING
from Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never got our props Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls
keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street hustle into an art
get ya fam killed just off my word that's the proper Art of War Stay wit the Parker and the Porsche I don't trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up
the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected But it was thrown out of court 'Cause of course the Creator and I connected He told me, " Fear not for thou art