(Intro) 60 Second Assassin She faced the hardest tiiiiiiime You can imagine As many tiiiiiiiime Her eyyyyyyyyes fall back to tears Now, now
[Bronze Nazareth] Yo, yo, yo The setting is a smoke filled room With 2 Rottweilers howling at the moon 38.'s on the table, less light than doom Still, her smile white as opposite the groom Steps right into the ashtray from the past day Holding remains of 2nd hand decay She stood up slow, like a triumphant rose At school she studied Darfur, wondered what was worse Felt bad rocking furs but comfortable near a hearse What's better? He met her while under lead vendetta Main suspect he deaded two cops out in Redford Ran back to the hood, poison lead preferred Kept the kettle burning for the hot ones that echoed thru Love at first feel of fast life, stenciled too One time she was on the scene, he sent her off to school Hid his guns, his crimes, hid his ones, and his fives Had her selling dimes, she faced the hardest time You can imagine, with her thoughts fabric woven Natural golden suntan, one day inside a smoke web She met a dread; toward the righteous path they broke bread Told him love was hot lead dodging, and FEDS watching Rolling block, cutting rocks, to get opulent He said only true niggas will advance I'm becoming a Buddha, but for now I'm still man
(Hook) Samples Cappadonna - "I make love to you" Killah Priest - "Not just into screwing you" Killah Priest - "Can't live without you" Inspectah Deck - "You hate me or you love me?" Nas - "I trust myself, I can't fuck myself" Inspectah Deck - "You hate me or you love me?" Killah Priest - "Not just into screwing you" Killah Priest - "Unusual, make love to you like a musical"
[C-Rayz Walz] From baptized to banished Her back side was Spanish Her face was Irish Her cream so vanished She was Dorothy on a yellow brick, sunlight road Good brain, good heart that's what sun gets showed But have mo fear cuz oh yeah When sun gets old and one gets told The story of an ole Dead Flower Let her get next to him That's how she got power? Heavy metal petals hold prophecies of Dead Flower A wishing wells from hell? Tears scorched ya face The thoughts on tape would sound the same If they were blank Except where he wrote notes Hole poked the whole flow She gobbled and soul smoked Undivine-men approached First name Warren, her wound his food A full moon ritual in a true dead garden tomb Unholy mattress moaning She was an actress posing Flat on her back alas...without atlas holding Skeleton love, she wiggled like gelatin does No stooooping!!! No telling me what what!?! He's on the run beating See the bodyrock reaping Rocked a gold anchor at the dock of his breathing See! His main bitch the chicken of the cee Dealt with fear, rich bankers! Masons & freaks Love hurts Ironically sex would gut burst Blood flood from the Earth An irreversible curse 28 days later; the ship's to shore He's lunatic, sure! Quick to makes babies & dick raw Reveal the history & leave the Earth in ruins Hurt by what he said She forgot what he's doing Mums the word But after this it's a mummy wrap That ass is grass cut She thought he'd want the money back She say word!! But never heard sentences That's why he still smoke quotes where the incense is And to his seeds - he prolly never mention this Unless it just for emphasis on where the wisdom went And the love - the grudge...tears, sweat & the blood Dead Flower I ain't digging you up What!?!?
My love is gone Son still keeping you strong Keep keeping it on All my love is gone Word, son still keeping it strong Keep keeping it on All my love is gone Son still keeping you warm Keep keeping it strong All my love is gone Word, son still keeping it on Keep keeping it on All my love is gone Son still keeping you warm Keep keeping it strong All my love is gone Word, son still keeping it strong Keep keeping it on All my love is gone Son still keeping it on Keep keeping it strong All my love is gone Word, son still keeping you warm Keep keeping it on All my love is gone Son-son overstand, theme of the song All my love is goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
