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When love is young, as fresh as dew A song is sung, so warm and new, It winds its way, bursts into blue An April day turned into June Summer is born.
is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, this is my risin' up. So you can ask Black Thought if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love
to stretchin' out the brain I felt Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young
they see on the TV screen That a lie is reality, the sky is green That there's weapons in Iraq, and the President's clean When it's on, thinkin you can
? It's really time we separate the young men from the big men The young girls from the women, whatever the title that fit them My style designed to open a child's mind when
you happy Then it all just turns to crap So maybe I'm better off Than I was when I was young Now that I know the cost When you try to love someone Guess
out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints When I bless
independence was signed by free masons. so who do you think funded the american revolution? we pay the irs, the irs pays great britain. and .. bank, cause boy they love when
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
the hottest is? How can it not be this? Baby who the cockiest? Papi is? Gracia's Aiyyo, this be so, magnifico Even my, typical, style difficult Make a crowd go wild when
free hoes is the price of fame. [Big L] (verse 2) Yo, you know the game plan, C-town thats my main man, we never bring luggage we go shoppin when
killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid Smoke reefer, blow ether, spit ashes 'Cause young Rule is
designed who know just what to do He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue" Red is the blood of the butchered indians White is anglo-american
mixed And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin If this is time erasin, the devil is
find The hands that first should hold them. Yet to please The hierarchy which you serve unwitting Thou dost believe that love in fighting grows That happiness in love is
