Bass head jazz Bass head, bass head, bass head Bass head Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky gettin' high on bass head jazz Bass head Feel like I'm
A single rose The curtains close A stranger's clothes Were all I found The great unknown The tightrope show A world below Don't look down Don't look down
Rotating heads, keeps on the right side Coiled up and tense, remains on the lookout Expect to be shot or get given the bullet Rotating head tries to look
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down
Running streets all day I've been looking at the stars all night And I've been thinking how can I get away And I've been running in the streets all day
That's the logical explanation Destruction might assume charge or feed belief Passing time again, fun out on the street That's still juvenile preoccupation
Science brings gifts of convenience To the modern man Modern man then continues Continues to expand But what happens when man creates Something oh so
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious- {gun cocked and a gunshot} Waitin' on the bail whiles I sittin' in the county jail/ Question my intuition "What have
Heads or tails, what will it be? Take your choice, him or me Heads or tails, you'll have to choose Heads you win, tails you lose Flip the coin, take
Like a road, you're somewhere to GO Head to toe, twentythree What/Rock with me Your face looks good to me Your face looks good to me Your face
I got a head with wings I got a head with wings I got a head with wings And I can see so far away I can see so clear You would not believe The view up
[Hook - Swizz Beats] Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga Aim for da head when you see him
Well, I remember the sparks that flew In the summer of '79 My brother went wild For a pretty girl's smile But he didn't care that she was mine We fought
Quien te besara De pies a cabeza Quien te hara el cafe Por la manana Dime quien te banara De besos Solo yo Quien te hara tripear (guayo, guayo) Hoy te
Do you ever think of me when you're through thinking of you? Do you ever think of when we met? Do I ever cross your mind as you're crossing the street
Well it's too hot for the baker man too hot for the laundry man Too hot for the fireman but it's alright It ain't too hot for Clean Head he's gonna
Jesus is just a Spanish boy's name How come one man got so much fame? And to enemy, it's pointless to anybody That doesn't have faith Give me the cloth
I want an ela-bon with you [unverified] Climb as those yawning from the sun Your head knows me In between you gotta play, rest, hey smile Please tell