I need a break and I need one clean Things are never what they seem What seems close is so far away You keep runnin' out of words to say But I keep on
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government We forget about the people still struggling And assume that it's really all love again? Nah See, we don't have to wait for things to break
him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck-you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got The urge
gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yeah
was never mentioned So I set out to find the wrong way home Home inside the hour, tuning my guitar Well, I get that sudden urge I know too well I finished
a sleeping army Send their battered dreams to Heaven To Heaven For the mother's restless son Who is a witness to, who is a warrior Who denies his urge to break
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge To break international copyright law By downloading mp3s from file-sharing sites Like Morpheus or Grokster
I won't Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't Nigga please, you provoke no feeling You must've forgot the girls of whom you're dealing We haven't the urge
level, pushin' Vettes to the Jets Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibrium And stunned I'm waitin' for my day to come I got the urge
everyone Share your peace, and share your joy, And share your love This is fun day On a fine day When you feel the urge of getting up to start-up With the break
programmed for [Incomprehensible] your P's) Funkentelechy (Funfunky possibilities arrive for the makers of Urge Overkill) Funkentelechy (And not the funky funny bone) Funkentelechy (You deserve a break
the earth In the form of a perfect human specimen The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader Slave of the people in the form of a hidden ruler Satan's descendants put a break
that to cook Mykill from Averfeild with a murderous look Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella *Break
cuz you make me wanna pull a nike words on the tip of my tongue and it might be urge in my hips and I'm sprung like bike seats when you spoke you turned
for the metro with scoops of fat loops and funky lingo Level's being felt, all over in the fifty states Breaking more beats than my moms breaks the china
play a game of Donkey Kong It used to be a problem this addiction I have I would feel the urge, then I'd go stark raving mad Break into the arcade,
the E-N-D Fuckin with me See I knew he was a snake out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where