over the moon And I would lay down my life for you if you wanted me to (if you wanted me to) Cause you make me feel like I can do anything, even fly over
only one that I adore [Chorus] And if I could give you the world you know I would give it to you Cause you make me feel like I can fly over the moon
it don't matter when you come Really don't matter where you're from Won't matter where you run A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past
many niggas they done fucked? (Say what?) One to the honey bitch over in the corner Two to the bitch on the porch Take 'em to the bathroom Dick them in the fucking moon
comin hard to God, say good Muslim from the way I crush the sun, the moon, and then the stars Punisher's large
wah? How bout the middle of the night, late after hours? My powers be have her comin' hard to God, say good Muslim From the way I crush the sun, the moon
all that they've got." Across the room, beyond the pane the whole world is churning, bleeding and burning hailstorms and ash The moon is as blood over
was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the
moon Now I walk the earth, damnation will come soon I have the pieces to reverse creation and I know where they go I'll bring forth my troops, my infernal
baggage over the seasaw seeds When the reapers turns mortals to caspers See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimmick the null Of a billion troops
is a voice in your ear And it's telling you that you're dead The sun sets in a coffee cup, the moon throws up The flood flows over the house The books
diveen, You're a Boticcelli, You're Keats, You're Shelly! You're Ovaltine! You're a boom, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon, Over Mae
again But I'm back to win so just tell a friend That I'm still twisting and bending Minds and rhymes until the very end With the rhymes and the loops Stomping out wack troops
Row out the moon and my speakers go Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom My rearview mirrors vibrating and my speakers go D.P.G out the moon
're Keats, [BILLY] You're Shelly, [RENO] You're Ovaltine. [BILLY] You're a boom, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon, Over Mae West's
know What I mean? I got something to say, man" Lord finesse is the brother who's talking And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman So watch me, troop
atomic birth Man has died We seal the urn. Negotiations are over Troops are marching to their doom All that I see is a nightmare The smoke is blotting out the moon
