You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I
I saw a picture of you Hanging in an empty hallway I heard a voice that I knew And I couldn't walk away It took me back to the end Of everything I tasted
for the girl he met down here. [Buzz:] Oh, and Adam said she's a beauty. [Maynard:] She's the one who has that fucked up voice. [Buzz:] Is she a rocket
and Adam said she's a beauty. MAYNARD: she's the one who has that fucked up voice. BUZZ: is she a rocket scientist? MAYNARD: the fuckin...she has a voice
later, special delivery, the killah p-r-i-e-s-t From them pheotus to the cleavage, from atoms to adams From atoms to adams, from atoms to adams [unknown
? {"Put some money on it"} Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Your words so feint they collapsed in your lungs Put some bass in your voice like
be left behind Go ahead and CROSS THE LINE (Verse 3) For the souls of those who don't know Step on the line and be your own Listen to the voice of spirits
'em bagnum courtesy of my player partner Trojan magnum, think you pimpin' your broads You?ll be hold like tagnum first night like I'm mad I don?t know these hoes from Adam
can't sleep And the voices pass with time and I keep Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can't sleep And the voices
us two" He screamed a bit and away he flew Thought I was a Communist Well, I spied me a girl before she could leave I said, "Let's go play Adam and
A little voice, keeps talking to me From way down deep inside What does this voice, keep saying to me? It says, "Pass this affair and pass it wide" You
Bing Crosby/Guardsmen Quartet/Victor Young Orchestra Written by: Adolphe Adam/John Sullivan Dwight Peaked Billboard position #7 in 1938; #11 in 1941
, you know, I'm treading water now. a?? And what is so good about being awake? they'd say. Finally I got the hang of this: never answer a question
tired, they were sleepy, So they parked behind the Roxy. Adam left to use the phone, so he sat there all alone, When Adam's voice come beaming through
home again it sparks up he fire- a flame that still burns oh it;s to you i will always return i still feel your breath on my skin i hear your voice
Oh Lord, Oh Lord we lift you ooh we lift you up yeah yeah yeah [Verse 1:] Raise my voice in testimony 'cause he's more than a friend to me Gave my heart
O HOLY NIGHT Writers John Sullivan Dwight, Adolphe Adam O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long