Tekst :

(Tonight)

What is the point in keeping on so deathly quiet
You know nobody lives here
What s in your pocket come on let me see
I ll buy it. There s nobody at home tonight

Tell me the one about the laughing politician
That s a funny story
I don t know where you get so many lies
About me. I should have left you at home tonight

I traded your heart for another one
I thought I d told you before
I bought a new shirt so I d be recognized
Now I don t wear it no more
I told you a lie, said I needed you
I never needed you less tonight

Right in the middle of my favourite piece
You started, man I need a new number
I don t care who s invited
I don t want your party
Why don t you leave me alone tonight

Tekst :

Was a time early in life
When I hated everything
Born too young, top of my lungs
Sitting on the bottom rung
Took advice from the wrong shoulder
Took a lot of everything
I’ve decided to make it alright with my

Chorus
Halo--I’m complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I’m reborn
I can do no wrong

Black and blue, suffering fools
By the age of seventeen
Low and high, just one more time
Felt like an eternity
Right or wrong, never too strong
Friends became my enemies
God forsaken, never too late with my

Chorus
Halo--I’m complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I’m reborn
I can do no wrong

You’ll stay the same
You’ll stay the same
You’ll stay the same
You’ll stay the same
You’ll stay the same
You’ll stay the same
You’ll stay the same

Chorus
Halo--I’m complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I’m reborn
Halo--I’m complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I’m reborn
I can do no wrong

Tekst :

You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on y all let s rock this!
You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on!

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall... (Hungh!!)
My restlessness is my nemesis
It s hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won t finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I m feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There s the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I m on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king s English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To Be-Boppign
To Hip-Hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I m high, low, east, west,
All over your map
I m getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls....
Chill for a minute
Let s see whoelse tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don t gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)

*scratching*

Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits (hungh!)
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It s low life getting tree-top high
Here there s a back water remedy
Bitter intent to memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unacredited
The break beats you get broken with
on time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man s jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic spnosor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
It s all city like phase two
Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But black, it can t save you

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