dancing through... Dancing through life Swaying and sweeping And always keeping cool Life is fraught less When you're thoughtless Those who don't try Never look foolish Dancing through
knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through... Dancing through life Swaying and sweeping And always keeping cool Life is faught less
off as I do Nothing matters But knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through Dancing through life Swaying and sweeping And always keeping cool Life
as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the
been true Past relationships ive been through Loads of stress so give me ur best The truth is she just my ex Im with you ive been true Past relationships ive been through
At times life is wicked And I just can't see the light A silver lining sometimes isn't enough To make some wrongs seem right Whatever life brings I've
with god, still sin follows through Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars Chorus: Black Magic, spit life
Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping [Verse Two: Street] Street's running through
endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play Finally the two dim witted idiots Decided to stay with the wicked shit for life}
for your life We keep it wicked and scary And we welcome to our world anything that you bury I throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls And got
Let me in this bitch Let me get some change in Man, fuck this dress code, bitch I can dance motherfucker I can dance I?m on crack walkin? alleyways downtown
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015 Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits
Wicked, wicked now it's on I murder your whole city Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious Niggas betta give me respect when I flex Comin' tech flows
multiply) Born to multiply Born to gaze into night skies All you want?s one more Saturday Well look here until then They gonna buy your life's time So keep your wick
Blow out busted internet, access info out your back Clip cut you off, I'm too advanced for your little cause Pole position, my verbal contact no life
fucked up when I gets into my clownin' mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh, no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance dance forever
