bra straps, and jerk off on your pretty kneecaps Yeah.. Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X) Can I see your panties girl? You wanna take em off Dye your
m not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast You transvest with small flows, you can't, proper digest You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand
let it go Before we all take control We are the hands, we are the feet So we gotta go Stop waiting for someone else To take control (Take back the control
action that you need Original sin How original can you be? That's where I come in I'll take you to a place I'll show you every room Don't say a word Open
bear a'hand. Our cook he gets the breakfast and each man takes a dram, With their bats in their hands it was earlye to go, Every man showed his action
nightstand will it hold the truth to an unanswered past Thoughts of yesteryears Will they be revealed to the world at last? Wooden floor cracks as I take
also Not a clown around town So I crack a little smile And my gold fronts glow Keep my coat open So my dope robe shows I'm down To take it or to break
and forth, break it down, or take it slow Take control, make it roll, break it down, now here we go Here we go, back and forth, break it down, or take it slow Take
the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held
we all held hands and jumped into the sky and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast and then every dumb action movie was summarily
but the soul is strong, and you will bleed but you'll carry on Yes you need your pain, life is pain I could hold your hand, but you must take your pain
Foxxx can use it Right when the mic's in my hand and I'm smokin Real serious and I ain't jokin You see me in action, your mouth is open Your eyes buckwild
world to end I'm clinging on to oxygen I'm pulling captives by the hand Come home, come home, come home Words come and go But how will your actions
corrupt nations Have no shame You're not alone in thinking, this is fucking insane Rise up and take your stand You curl the fingers of your hand I
: The gallery lets the champion know what a fine three days of golf he has had. The always charming Champion is now taking time to high five a young spectator
true art, not hype Come strong, take the mic, make sure it's tight I rock a party all night with my team on the right Straight ready for the lights, camera, action
An open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson We, the members of the Mojo family, feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader of the black
through the motions Faith and belief, courage overrule emotions Stand up and be counted for something when it's time Decide where you stand, take your hands