I don't play, spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the K Leave ya set a straight disaster, Ya got birds? I smash ya Refuse, I leave that
[Refused message] Through the dark night silent song fly in With an antique story enweaved Old man's voice only whispering with the Wind As string of
boss And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky
They call it wacky dust It's from a hot cornet It gives your feet a feeling so breezy And oh, it's so easy to get They call it wacky dust It brings a
the dots, block blood in the block Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the dust pot
and the moon will hang forever And the cloud of dust he'll kick up will linger like a song And the myth will grow about the two who refused to surrender
pool Takin' her to school, debate the golden rule Only fools fall fast, sellin' out for the cash But this love's gotta last from the ash to the dust
Come up, crash with the muses, fells dust into ash Come so close that I might see the light inside me, I might see Let me hold you tight and arms tight
better than pretty women and sinning and living to get a minute of any women and men that you admire/ ain't no lie/ We created for Him/ outta the dust
talk in circles spewing lies, disinformation but we see right fucking through who could believe in your false agendas anyway i refuse to sit by watch
into my mind And drag me sweating from nightmare The land now a scape of sores Blistered by countless wars Earth tears, oozing like pus Congealing in civilisation's dust
what you need He knows you're made of finer stuff I think on that we're all agreed It's time to leave him in the dust It's time to be who you should
a nap while no ones looking Bring some inspiration to the man In my head A namesake out of reach Strange days upon us now We leave the dust of conversation
Like a forgotten paradise As if refused by father time My land can be found Under a clouded grey sky Walking the eternal landscapes As painted by our
it to Earth, what a happy place how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert sands There I lay in a dust storm
! I can tell you outta breath, like asthma, I can see clean through ya like CASPER!!! Done went from ordinary to spectacular Refuse me then I'm swingin
If the sky opened up for me, And the mountain disappeared, If the seas ran dry, turned to dust And the sun refused to rise I would still find my way,
A spirit rose from the earth Slowly leaving... Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing Like dust in the night the prayers rise Under the sick image