but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat Creepin' up my
a lot of this nonsense. It's about relating back to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse
of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8) Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages As a zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages There
an old tin drum I can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come So I'm leaving Maybe it was to learn how to fight Maybe it was for the lesson in pride
of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit Feelin the love and the beauty is real The beautiful field, remember thou shalt not kill Whenever you need me it's never exceedin the beautiful lessons
Dogs and bananas were too big Cucumbers and sausages They just would not fit She tried 'em all The football team all tried to give her lessons She
Baby's gone He walked out on you Seven years have come and gone All that time for you And now both our hearts must beat the drum To a different tune
ready to work it out? 'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to work it out So let the rhythm run, the rhythm run Now let the drums run, the drums run So let the
many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' but it's on bass and drums
'm the one you roll with when your ride is smart The change that came, the change that comes I change with chords and I kick it with drums Get blow with
'78 I wake up handcuffed but I?m doing it my way Stop, listen, what's that sound? That's the sound of a revolution, the underground That's the sound of my heartbeat, war drums
' of L.O.V.E Baby blue, B A B Y B L U E Have you spellin' you my name in yo sleep I beat that drum like the energizer bunny Keep goin' and goin', goin
Words and music: jim johnston Drums: jeff wade Everyday I think about this love you've given me, It don't seem real I've found some peace since you have
Words and music: jim johnston Engineered by kerry gansburg Electric guitars and solo: jim brammer Drums: jeff wade Things were perfect, you would be
Attention Class! Here we come We kick your ass That's lesson one I know you've been living in heresy Correction's what you need Less isn't more
Attention class, here we come We kick your ass, that's lesson one I know you've been living in heresy Correction's what you need Less isn't more Less
two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weed heads, an alcoholic and two Niggaz hooked on pussy and in the corner, was this brother Who would study his lessons
