get enough You are the sound of fire burnin' up the night And I can't hold a beat to save my life, You are the sound of fire keepin' me alive And I
t get enough You are the sound of fire burnin' up the night And I can't hold a beat to save my life, You are the sound of fire keepin' me alive And
you've peeked the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It may just sound
Tell ya executives, I'm next for this Success it is. Yet the best for Tech, this ain't Baptist Pentecostal or Methodist.. This is the beast baby. Out,
Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this You know what I'm sayin' KCMO, KCK, you know what I'm sayin' That's how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place
I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin' People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists This
hysteria True sounds of maniacal laughter And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir The punch line is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight fire
Language is on fire that are launched, start here The warning of the word goes out to all the Above all the below and all who have been cast aside For
[Chocs] Like... [Jully] Turn it on, light it up, we gon set this.. on fire [Chocs] Yeea, yeea, ha ha [Chocs] We in the plane, floatin through the cloud
[M: Beretta/L: Beretta, Cappellari] "War!" is the word on all lips after a century of peace Fires burnin' into the night, soon clouds will cover the
'cha So baby beware This game of life is like do or die It's hell on this earth The only thing that's missing is the fire Come on baby tell me Is it something
popular like that 2Pac, "I ain't mad at'cha" So baby, beware, this game of life is like do or die It's hell on this earth, the only thing that's missin' is the fire
with almost apparent care Were tiny, shining objects Glass, beads, dewdrops One could almost call it an altar When the breeze blew through this construction It produced sounds
it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine Risky, playing yourself is risky, and the flows mad jazzy Like dizzy Gillespe and the sound be harmonious
a dying star I heard its message from afar A frequent surge of sight and sound We approach the fallen neutron star Spinning round and round and round We attend this
rifles. You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful! This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is
choices, but not a option Here you will spend the rest of your life I?m Just Joking Just Kidding, this will be home to many For many centuries Check
lot So joy spring this fountain of pleasure That's deep inside you let me inform You in all truth *(to Coda second time) Ponce de Leon sought this When
