that but out of and into : I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through, I don't know the nature of the nature that I am
my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow But assuring this, spoon-feeding these Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this Of course
use my brain to play the game it's a shame try to figure out who i blame when a child is born mama and daddy need a change like a window needs a frame
All the champs and the heroes They got a price to pay They go from sixty to zero In the split of a hair They see the face in the window They feel a shadow
not bein far from Mars Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees
no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural
, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it but not being
the mood is somehow linked to my enhanced development I swear they'll understand!!! There's a storm outside my tenament Beats upon my windows with Mother Nature
a network of cooridors Which made the earth porous The forch surged forth The surf roared And the stormin surf above It assumed the same course Now the
[Nas] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I
this group, all I ever get to do is play Zappa's comedy music. HE EATS! Good Conscience: Jeff! Jeff: I get so tense! Bad Conscience: Of course you do