is electricity Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe time is a bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle
hundred names Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking It's a hand That rocks the cradle
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about noonish commin' out the whip And lookin' at me curious, a young Iraqi kid Carrying laundry, what's wrong G, hungry? No, gimme oil or get fuck out
the rain wash away the skies You gave me sugar injections And cardiopulmonary resuscitation You sucked up my infection You fed my brains and ice cream And now i dream in saccharine Cradled
put down the mics, pull up the girls to get the clappin' what You got one life to live, one gun to bust One nigga to save, one nigga to rush It's all
the sky He cradles me swirling, swirling, swirling to the sound twirling, twirling, twirling, to the music slowly whirling, whirling, whirling in the enchanted garden in and out
' out the court house all about my mail and bank Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas From the cradle to the grave From the cradle
can barely breathe Lung capacity, withering away Hyperventilate, all disintegrating Bodies turn to dust, sudden rush of blood Snap me out of moods, swinging
out on the town tryin' to find trouble When there's no one left to fight boys like him don't shine so bright Soon as I see the dust settle he's out on
Like the one called the Lyte Have you ever, ever in your long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the Lyte This is going out to
kiss the sky Yo, one on one through the nasal To put food on the table, I rush associated labels Huh, ready, willing and able to rock cradle And rock
your ass down, nigga Be executive, nigga Do your thug thang, nigga and I'ma do mine You stay out my fuckin' way and I'ma stay out your way, you bitch
and fried, seems she too will die She couldn't bear to see what will be Our haven's dying I couldn't them if I tried As they all rushed to see her die
Let the ritch bitches stare at this millionaire I dont care when I got my shine on gleam Crispy clean crawling machine up on the scene When I step out check out
