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get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya Diamonds an' Mac 10's Diamonds an' Mac 10's Diamonds an' Mac 10's Diamonds an' Mac 10's, tell a friend
know where to go What?s my name? Sugar what?s my name? Yeah What?s my name? Listen, what?s my name? Your feelin? me and it?s not just words (What?s
Not In Love (orig) and (Rework Of Art Mix).] ******************************************************************************************** Transcribed by TJ Thurston 4/7/95 capnbizr@interaccess.com Administrator of Minestrone: The 10
tight But make 'em understand it's W/S foe life Just remember you niggas that want me to timber I'm in my swimming pool, it's middle of December Foe
to cool and rub her down Ruby, I'm tired, try and get some sleep I'm adding doctor's fees to remedies With the cost of three day's work lost I try and
In the dark night a giant slumbered Untouched for centuries 'Til awakened by a white man's cry "This is the Eden I was to find" There were lands to be
even when I know I'm wrong? Take this to your heart and into your head now Before you waste your time, call a truce and call a draw What's the use in
black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly Black hands on white shoulders White hands on black shoulders Dancing, and you know what's more He's God's
animals to scratch Leather crack Mail collect in the box coatings peel Agnes veiled cathedral dweller Smiles with benevolent pain It's Katrina's fair
win a prize for that For telling lies like that So well that I believed it And never felt cheated You were the chosen one The pure eyes of Noah's dove
Mercy, mercy, why didn't we hear it? Mercy, mercy, why did we read it Buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted in
There like a feather you fell someone?s heaven above me Floating so fickle tempting me teasing my ways Thrown from its clutches I struggle to free what
Tell me what's gone wrong? I tilt my head there, under the faucet when I turn it on Dry as paper, call the neighbors Who's to blame for what's going on
at what I see A beast in furs and crowned in luxury He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king And there's no complaining while he's
run outside Looking for a place to hide From his father The kid half naked And said to myself "Oh, what's the matter here? I'm tired of the excuses Everybody uses He's
sorrows carried long and carried far Taken to the wall It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain His hand's slipping down the wall for it's slick
making you sane again to Let another man tug at the thread That pulls up your nodding head? A dullard strung on the wire When the master's gone you
