I feel my heart flow in the time I feel my brain so confused so confused I?m walking down to these stairs covered in ice I feel my heart.... where is
Let my inspiration flow In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm That will not forsake you Till my tale is told and done While the firelight's aglow Strange
me No corner you could squeeze me But I got all the time for you, love The space between the tears we cry Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
case the jealous wanna hate tonight Another day up in the hood Can't believe these cats still bangin' (Bangin') Look at the years we wasted On the corner
I promise you I promise you, yeah (Skepta) Cross my heart until the day I die [Skepta Verse 1] I?ve been around the World and back screaming more money more
corners and they got so many spots And I can't even bump up the block without the, "Yo man, what you got?" I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange He'
all the while I think of you (High fry) a very strange reaction (For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do (Something like a phenomenon) Baby
more than necessary skills for the application My flow is Great like the Lakes and it rocks like Applachains My facts more than make up for what you lack in imagination You more
feel safe And the street's offer plenty taste and little faith (Break it down) Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more) Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more
do but I come to Here's why they call me the ghost I'm half live, half dead and when there's beef, I bring all of the toast And I got more guns than
, a raid at my spot Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange I walk around acting strange
of nowhere Blood and crips be thuggin it Niggas be lovin that shit Bustin they guns to that shit Look at shorty over there On the street corner, packin
dڮoncer dans la faille? Le feuille et la bonne humeur, solidaire et de douleur au pubis Que vive mes soeurs et frײes, amen! This habit is strange
gonna flow like, she'll flow with the more strike 'Cause the energy is the bomb I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme And we glow like with the more
) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (Kurupt) On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick
a bit, come back within the next day or two I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team I don't sell coke, no more dude, I sell mescaline Regulation
Well she was a lady of charmA prisoner of songs unsungShe was just a face that tookAll her groovin' on his guitarHot cars, strange clothes, any ways your
He walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin "Would you kindly tell me, Mister, what time the show begins?" He moved into the corner, face
