Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant, so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
? Score a quarter from oh oh, rock it up by four-four Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day Shh, be quiet, tonight is the night
and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka Gimme that goddamn book Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
seen myself in roles I never dared believe I see Crystal Shadows Mourning, astral light, the beauty of this night I sense the the dawning of a newborn day
castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters Interviews with the richest reporters Silent nights
summer night to enter into your dreams and life and brush away a tear when seven songs will melt in night away hear the songs 'bout day and night bright
[I - The forbidden words] [II - Incantation] [III - Passage of time] [IV - The silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face
' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters Interviews with the richest reporters Silent nights
came, never came Twice he charged and blew recall On the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall And he killed 'em, one and all Now the bugles are silent
And the sorrow lasted through the night But the joy came with the morn Oh, the sun is shining There is hope for me again Oh, a new day's dawning
bad Muthafu- [Mother] Gimmie that god damn book! here let me read you this one Chrismas in Compton it was a silent night, yes a holy night until Mr.
bad Muthafu- [Mother] Gimmie that god damn book! Here let me read you this one Chrismas in Compton It was a silent night, yes a holy night Until Mr.
cookfires illuminated the dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer's night
, never came. Twice he charged, then blew recall. On the fatal third time, Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all. Now the bugles are silent
diet of mash, crumbles, pellets and egg booster One clear September day during the twins sixth year at the farm McClock does not come at meal time. Night
that's fucked up" So what my cable box in the hood is still hot And my whole fam be silent everytime they knock So what I spent a couple nights in the
