One, two, one, two, three Well I travel at the speed unknown to man So I brang you a message from the mirrors of my hand I said a message of love don
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They are among us Their justice is imminent The messenger of the time The messenger of the U.W. Isolated by their hate Sentenced to silence They're just
, to together Keep the message alive Listening for his words He would speak in ancient verse So we mesmerize a way to go Reaching out the universe Reaching out the universal
Scooter, back in the house, yeah Get off your shirts and wait for further instructions Starting the, "Microphone business" I've got one message for the
Satellites blasting through the universe, it's out of sight It's all in my head Saw your eyes sending me a message for the last time Here alone holding
beat it out Leave the drum that makes no sound A snuff film on a jumbo-tron for all the world to see A cocktail napkin epitaph Some psychobabble telegram Message
The universal magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm, you don't stop And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal
is ova here The real hip hop is ova here Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out, word Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Universal
believe, well here, listen to this rhyme Ladies first, there's no time to rehearse I'm divine and my mind expands throughout the universe A female rapper with the message
writin words from my soul in blood I speak the truth on every thang I love I'll probably sacrifice my life.. to send my message through mics It's like
for modern man It's the message of the Bhagavat Look at the message of the Bhagavat It's the message of the Bhagavat History of the universe, 18,000
Won't you like to look through my telescope The milky way's a fine sight to see All around our universe We try so hard to view What's new Make a trip
badlees/like_a_rembrandt From the album "Diamonds in the Coal" written by: Alexander & Naydock Message: The aim of art is to represent not the outward
In another younger day I could dream the time away In the universe inside my room And the world was really mine from June till September And if it wasn
a hard cry Somewhere in Bethlehem A baby graced the silence sweetly he's crying I am Emmanuel Then angels gave him music, shepherds gave reverence And a message
