Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll, his eyes consuming the silent midnight woods. He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
Fordítás: Marc Bolan és T. Rex. Reading A John Peel (My People ...).
If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old-time movie About a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark or
two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John
won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John
on the crossfade Cuts like a battleaxe You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself You beg for mercy as you read
Dear John, I'm hopin' that this finds you well Dear John, but you put me through a living hell Dear John, you left me with nothin' to do Dear John, dear John
Whoa there boy, don't go there hoe If you cross that line I might overload I swear these lights-lights-lights be talking to me But I can't read Morse
John Brown always hated me, For what, I don't know: Every time I plant a seed, He said kill it before it grow - He said kill them before they grow. And so: Read
the back seat listening to Little Willie John Yea, that's when time stood still You know, I think I'm gonna go down to Madam X And let her read my mind
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on
(do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read
goin' down Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in gloves I'm the poof in the booth, bitch, read it in blood It's Face at you, freezin' motherfuckers
all mighty, Olivia Newton John got married, Sally Field got married, Jamie-Lee Curtis got married, it was like last call at a singles bar. Olivia Newton John
have any time to waste, I'm hip... don't even trip to an easy travel agent now we fly for free I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to read
have any time To waste, I'm hip... don't even trip To an easy travel agent now we fly for free I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to read Then
journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off From the 'Rollercoaster Malpractice' (Redman) They done let me out (Redman) They done called my name (Redman) They done read
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
