've gone far enough, that's why I'm washed up It's over, I mean it It's over, I believe it now I'm washed up. AFTER ARGUMENTS Deathbeds and guarded borders
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
have here? It's what the game been talkin'... SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {BRING IT BACK!} [scratches?] Okay! What we have here? It's
the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number Three Realize it ain't about size Or havin' gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle
with syllable after syllable I just slap you Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on But if you want it you got it
dizzy but it kept my mind busy, After all it was only a stare didn?t think I?d really care, Till I saw what it could turn out to be, Girl don?t get me
much for me Is gentleness too much for us Should gentleness be filed along with empathy We feel for someone else's child Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it
does And here by your side, or a million miles away Nothin's ever gonna change the way that I feel, The way it is, is the way that it was When I said
here by your side, or a million miles away Nothin's ever gonna change the way that I feel, The way it is, is the way that it was When I said I do, I
replay button on your favorite song After the love's dead and gone After the love's dead and gone After the love's dead and gone After the love's dead and gone After
after fame forgets your name, The prisoner goes free. Too much pain to break the chain, The weak man should be stronger. But losing face is no disgrace, The way
She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way She gets no time, your schedule way too
ve been waiting for (All that I've been waiting for) Maybe, this is just the way that it should be (Just the way that it should be) I've got you standin
Fu from the Fu Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Whack niggas wanna be down but it
promise I don't say it just to spit it (spit it) Go to Saint Martin and tell 'em I already did it (did it) French or the Dutch side, tell me if you with
beacon far below the miles of frozen moisture, they unlocked a written history of Blessing from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story of Magica. It