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It s like that y all and you don t quit (x4)
Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula
I grab the mic and then I fuck it up
I never settle for less and that s a fact
I m lettin you know we not the wack wack
We re nice and all that (c mon) and I m a keep goin (yup)
Bound to make money off the shit that I m growing
Like that y all and you don t quit
Keep it on y all rock the sure shit
I put the pen to the paper and I went off
I m dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog
Step into the function cause I m representing
Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting
I try to go and learn the give and the go
Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow
Trying to get frank get back, get back, right
Trying to stay positive and feeling allright
It s like that y all and ya don t quit
So pass the pen and then pass the pad
Like DJ Run there was nothin ever like (??)
The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic
Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic
Fuckin up my Nova, (naw) fuckin up my life, (shit)
Fuckin with my world, cause he s fuckin with the pipe (aw damn)
Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off
Ask Juanito, he ll tell you all about it
Gettin rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car
Put my pager on private, jerk myself off,
Weight on my shoulders and now I m stressin
Gotta get back and count my blessings
Stuck on my cellular, I can t get off
This ride is in motion and I can t get let off
Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated
Realized I was trying to get my brain notated
It s like that y all and ya don t quit (x4)

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50 cups of coffee and you know it s on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can t rock the house without the party people
Cause when we re gettin down we are all equal
There s no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
Like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
Like diggin down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin
Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I m soft spoken
When I m in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
I ll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
With these funky beats I be goin head huntin
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that s my favorite shit
And when I got a new rhyme I just say it
So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin

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Because mutiny on the bounty s what we re all about
I m gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
Cause I m bad gettin bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you ve got beef - you ll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man s chest
And I shot those suckers and I ll shoot the rest
(chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I m rhymin and stealin
Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C. s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin in the riggin and cuttin your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches - man they re on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
(repeat chorus)
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crakin and rhymin and stealin
Robbin and raping - busting two in the ceiling
I m wheeling - I m dealin - I m drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower - and I m always stinking
Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
(repeat chorus)
I ve been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard s weak - Moby Dick s on the tick
Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones locker
Rhymin and stealin in a drunken state
And I ll be rockin my rhymes all the way to Hell s gate
(repeat chorus)

Za mało mam
Jasnych oczu Twych
Za mało słów
Które dają siłę
I otwartych drzwi
Aż do nieba bram
Za mało mam

Za siedem gór i rzek
Na niedostępny brzeg

Biec muszę biec
Na koniec świata
Po...

[Intro:]
Cause sometimes you just feel tired.
You feel weak and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give...

You talk in your sleep
I hear you say
Beautiful things
I love you, I do
You know that I do.

The world is awake
But you don t hear
A sound that it makes
Asleep in dreams so deep.

Peace in your heart
Peace in your soul

Downside of love

There s a danger of getting so close to you
There comes a time when the walls fade away
And when love turns to bitter blue
Sometimes it feels like it s so hard to stay

Last night we went to bed angry
We...

Waiting for someone

There s something wrong in your fact
There s too many ghosts in this place
You let them through this embrace
Like I ve never been here

I just can t stay here
It isn t my place here
You re waiting for...