on forgettin' What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin' how, everybody's jokin
world that day Well the powerful voice of pop music, solve the problems, feed the world So what if there weren't any blacks involved there was Everything but the Girl Bob Geldof has
got just one wish That his children won't grow up In a freaking trash can A piano's all I got And I know that ain't a lot Music has the power To change
ya' crawl though inside is where we all know what's right and wrong i'll draw slow, let the flaws go 'til they grow into a model that everybody follows
this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up Or maybe this is turntable music, scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours Or what if this is honest music
Why I go out of town I also know my days are colder when you're not around Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the fact That daddy never lived inside
escape Its shape, you've felt it before Jealousy's the reason we're not together anymore Music - so many people abuse it, makes them dilute it Pollute it with trash, music
smell of cakes and pies Are absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt this good before This empty place inside of me has
and all We're a circle together One world, one heart, one song Now and forever Everybody celebrate Bring on the party, bring on the dance Time to let the music
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has Just released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild trying
it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has
never hear your name And the world has changed so much since you've been gone Even now I still remember and the feeling's still the same And this pain inside
everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep There's far too many of you dying There's far too many of you dying The pain that's deep inside of everybody
saying Inside music that the critics are blasting me For they'll never care for the brother and sisters Now across the country has us up for the war
me had been filled And when I wondered what the reasons were I had to answer at least partly Bill Partly Bill (partly Bill) partly Bill I can remember hearing music
I touched your lips but now I just paint Surface reflection all I desired babe I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone I am a crime everybody has