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Lights out, sucker punch, striked out Called it love, we wrote it then I wiped out Two ships just passin' in the night now Offshore, lookin' for a lighthouse

Last night I had a crazy dream A wish was granted just for me it could be for anything I didn't ask for money or a mansion in Malibu I simply wished for

Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a shorty Now I got a clip full of hollows in the .40 Louis, Guccis, every now and then Mauris I take too long to come

Let's take one more rocket to the moon Before we wake I'll kiss your eyes and lie between And while you sleep is all around Just look up in the air and

Listen to the wind Hear the voice inside you. Something in the air, Something you've been blind to. People everywhere are dying to be free. Time has come

[Method Man] Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is they ready? [Run] How y'all feel out there? [DMC] Ah yeah, alright, alright... [Method Man

A few more years shall roll, a few more seasons shall come Then we shall be with those at rest asleep within the tomb Then Oh my Lord prepare my soul

Take this heart of darkness I give it up And all the emptiness, I You fill it up The times that I feel nothing You bring enough And so I can live for

It's pressure, the pleasures measure The pressure is overbearing Is it me myself that's caring For every double-minded joy And I admit that when I submit