young, black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac So I wrote from the
don't have to shout to be heard Who said dark is deep? You'd rather flip the bird I'd rather show ya signs of peace Love ain't a dying art as far as
makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far
best ones You pick up connections As they hand you, your directions To the Western Slope I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown I'd lie to
lost, in battle or game I'm simply the best by far When swords are crossed 'Tis always the same One blow and au revoir C'est moi, c'est moi, so admirably
the IRS, I roll with I R I S Science the best, so don't test Exotic, attack the whack a word of advice I got it down so cold, like ice from Jew Heights
Have A War" There's so many of us, So many of us, So many, there's so many, there's so many Let's have a war, So you can go and die, Let's have a war
hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix Him a drink, we'd have dinner. And then I found out, "
[NARRATION] Now why this man's soul was bleeding The angel had to understand So invisible, he stood by him And then gently touched his hand Which caused
, sought her everywhere Trappistine eyes, an Arabian nightmare She was Ursuline possessed of a milky white skin My porcelain yin, a graceful Angel of sin And so
entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horror scopes my diorama A twelve part so far psychodrama
on I'm strapped with my chrome from dusk til dawn And you can run but you can't hide, fell me? So when you get your first glance, you'd best to kill
no matter how far or how near? The oceans so vast as far as one can see under the sky so blue and beyond all the mountains' highest peaks. So far, deep
battle or game; I'm simply the best by far. When swords are crossed 'Tis always the same: One blow and au revoir! C'est moi! C'est moi! So adm'rably
George was sweet, so nice and so neat With any other guy he didn't have to compete George was mature, he made sure That he was the only one I'd ever
the dark I think he's right behind me now and he's gaining ground But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far And if life is
She had the yellow eyes of opal moons So full of love, how could she see? He thought he'd drown in them So he set sail Gracefully she dreamed him free