In your fair descent How you shame How do you somewhere How low shin I found your age, your age shaman How to be a slave Out of your fears we'll drift
: In your fair descent How you shame How do you somewhere How low shin I found your age, your age shaman How to be a slave Out of your fears we'll drift
These silent chances pass one by Who never knew of them at all Resigned to the hands of fate We await her impending beck and call Until we return, paradise
I am the tempest that dwindles the flame No one can stand the avalanche The beast can be bargained but he can't be tamed Balance and equilibrium lost No one can
had to be discovered now But Sage needed more than this New concepts, new tools, new weapons By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind When a melody does find a rhyme Says to me I'm comin' home to stay Oh, lord, home to stay I'm comin' home to stay
feathers My team all white plus we rockstarr go-getta's The feelings mutual, if you can't stand me That bitch from Miami sometimes I can't stand me I
of tomorrow had to be discovered now But Sage needed more than this New concepts, new tools, new weapons By analyzing the past, Sage can project into
: Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind When a melody does find a rhyme Says to me I'm comin' home to stay Oh, lord, home to stay I'm comin' home to stay
: Sick of a sickness A reoccurring nightmare of Convulsing through slow tempo dance Liberation requiem Stamped out curriculum On that doppelganger laughing
don't you know we a the danger Temper my god this ya sound ina temper Fever - some other sound bwoy die Ina fever Me see it ya you nuh see dead sound
souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving just
some more live hype stuff So here it is.. Some rappers can flow and, rock off the slow jam Stay hype, continously, cause I know I can rock off tempo,
a souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to
hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving
a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving just
