of magic If it's not real You can't hold it in your hand You can't feel it with your heart And I won't believe it But if it's true You can see it with
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method" Extra P from ATCQ's _Keep It Rollin_) * cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get all excited just write it
only That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic Nothing farther than he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered Till finally
Could you believe the same old story Yeah, it never bores me, though I've heard it all before Her name was Georgia and she was gorgeous When she adored
his bird thinks it's amazing, though So all that's left Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter
Does God ever get it wrong? Where has Gary Barlow gone? Why is Christmas Day so long? It just goes on and on and on like you And if it's leaving season
all around the city delivers papers, oh isn't that pretty. Seven o'clock paper every, every morning, again 'n' again, I think it would be just boring
t you tell, oh, now it's quite appealing Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well Wake up on Sunday morning And everything feels so boring Is that where it
know one thing straight I'll be there girl whenever you call me When you at home, that's your man Soon as you land you say it's all me 'Cause shit ain't all
I had a friend once he took some acid Now he thinks he's a fire engine It's okay until he pisses on your lighter Kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway
lay on the ground 'till he tells you he's through And he'll do what he'll do When he'll do it to you? And all the while, he's been using you, Yes, all
it? Get your gun, get it! Get your gun, get it?? Get your gun and get away from me! Go! One takes one, get it? One makes one. Is it one hates one, Is
kill it and all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying with it I?m so harlem eating but so starving pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine Millz put
work up on it Ladies let ?im check up on it Watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight If you got flaunt
French*) Next next stop, Primo Concierto Italia Bella bella, hold me down, I call 'em my frittalia Third third stop Germany, come backstage Bored in this hotel, might not (???) All all
know it's true Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew J, he's fresh. he's the master of mix There ain't no rhyme that he can't fix Spinster
s him he come to make his rounds Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found Beta not continue I can show you how Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds