into the mist where castles stand on cliffs and cobbled streets they wind and drift and moods are made and set but shift this place where skies are low and birds
; We got something they could never take away: And it's the fire (fire), it's the fire (fire) That's burning down everything: Feel that fire (fire), the fire (fire); Only the birds
It did not come by train nor bird T'was when Ben pike stepped down to say "This old town's gonna blow away" Look out, Cleveland, the storm is comin'
set apart; life is a test and i get bad marks. now some saint got the job of writing down my sins... the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
back, send for me Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit Maintain 'til it surface The nerve of these peasants Treat a rap budget like a bird
you really wan' be Let's make it crack-a-lack i make it look easy Life can be a carnival and imma be your reason Kiss me slowly, Perform quiet storm til
righteous path holdin a beer Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavor My old bird
Great, you fall down seven times you stand up eight, Realize true happiness lies inside of you, Everyday give yourself a mental shampoo, The birds sing after the muth fucking storm
Once the love was strong Now it's long, long gone ?Cause the pain came down like the storm I remained holdin' on ?Cause I want you, ?cause I want you
on a time bomb, staring into space There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in
Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day" I see a bunch of hippies crying "Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day" Like
me down Bored of drying my eyes But there once was a time When you were the one You were the blue of the sky You came after the storm You were the switch
reach And everything goes wrong What we say and what we do Are entirely different things Meaningless straight through the roof It's not how it should be Easy like a bird
I'm just sat here in my burgundy robe observing the globe Pondering if the life that I created will ever learn to evolve I filled your oceans full of fish and I put birds
and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the nekkid call yo
to death, Lord, Lord, I'll hammer my fool self to death" Well captain said to John Henry "What is that storm I hear?" John Henry said, "That ain't no storm
the Father Wounded rebel in Jerusalem Getting picked on and whipped by the goons of the devil Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out With wool hair and feet of bronze Bird
I despise ass kids and busters. I couldn't trust her, that topic is microscopic. Compared to the whole spectrum of things, Hot like tropical storms