one whom the media sings Soon you will see the color of your wings Superior race, professional hate You lost your chance, too little too late Your fallen
Little butterfly, come back to me Come back to me Everything that I want Is written on your face So take me where you want to It's your love that I chase
your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your
I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Watch your back with your
on your parade Her wings have broken Your fall from grace No words are spoken She invades your space She comes in every color To paint your sad face
ya hoes from me Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks Cats flashin' in my face is
Your face, and my whole world changed Then I saw Your face, and I was changed forever Changed forever now Then I saw Your face One glimpse of Your face
that it said Napoleon Bonaparte Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man Well, your face turns as red as your
wings yawnin' Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin' Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained all my guess farmer's colored
face Chorus: Tell me How long, how long have you been down? How long, how long have you been down? How long, how long have you been down? Down, Down
I won't let the rain fall down I'll always be around And baby, I will understand if sometimes You just want to spread your wings and fly And let your colors
seem to have me quite interested, ? quite interested, I think I?ll walk your way, I think I?ll say your name, I think I?ll come over to your house..
see the cops I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high tops will make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your
see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your
, lightning, rain pouring down Waiting for the bright light to break through Face down on the ground Pick us up at the lost and found We've got to change
sure I know without a doubt I'll find your face in the crowd Your face in the crowd I'll find your face in the crowd Oh, your face in the crowd I'm just a face
is Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colors I've none -- dark