[Music & Lyrics: P. Wagner] Lay me on an anvil, oh Lord And forge me in a crowbar Let me pry young virgin souls Give 'em strength somehow Lay me on
guess my parents never really felt the same Spikes and leather jackets hurt my family name Now I'm on the streets, now I've been locked out Friends and punk rock music
to hold their breath, they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs, loud music
i dont give excuses i use to drive a hoope but now my life a move i'm genius like confuses so pleas do not confuses me dont thank cause i do music i
[music - Leon del Muerte] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] Impacted tissue is riddled with clots Morbidly studying your gross anatomy Perinium is sullied with
spiked with pain And music is my Aeroplane, it's my Aeroplane Songbird, sweet and sour Jane And music is my Aeroplane, it's my Aeroplane Pleasure spiked
I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A. I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle, Pelle Keep the music underground as
i'm crashin' in Top performer catch me on the ESPN Open the gates and doors, let the games begin Givin' it up yeah cause I spike the gin Party all week
get me So I take a chance, I rhyme white but so what? I like James Brown and Beyonce's butt Whatever your race I'll Friendster you And rent two Spike
me - the host with the most It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with it's own telephone That's a musical
even for all you fly whores don't get me wrong, i really love your bitchness the only fukks i disrespect are bitches in the music-business. and if you
milk crate with break beats I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A., L.A., L.A. I still got the bulletproof pelle, pelle, pelle Keep the music
art, you steal my thoughts It's like driving a spike through my heart You might think it's not that big of a deal to steal from me But music is all I
What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's America without greed and glamor? What's an MC if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured
[Lyrics: Vinci] [Music: Vinci] Immense and whole the power of a dream that has come true Her strength held back the hours And spread shadow on the truth
I'm just asking 'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered Ma mama didn't raise no bastard I was born with the talent you can?t touch I call magic, you call it music