to explain who I am How come it's possible? I wish there was a way I feel so invincible I'm the sculpture made out of clay I need someone to break
allow it Bow if you recognize royalty My motor skills is more like a well oiled machine any team that we construct we'll blow your dreams up in flames
legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still
to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches and shit like that? He's spittin' flames
out below Back away from the glass, there she blows The city's been leveled, the hills are in flame The streets cracked up and when we're pushing up clay
s always dropping into HolIywood With the gents of the town She likes to flirt with the right kind of man But she can turn them into clay in her hand
a fear they'll soon be parting ways Standing like a statue a chin of stone a heart of clay hey And though he's to big a man to say there's a fear
The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom He says that he comes from a place
hour But a man with a vision Believed That tomorrow's begun And has to be won And nobody here is reprieved O Chico, Chico Mendes The man in a million
to '99, did novice to king, wit a million MC's waitin in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise [Method Man] Now speed it up, uh
the remains of such rites at the royal cemetaries of Giza, Saqqarra, Lisht, and at several forts in Nubia. Stone, wax, or mud figures, or broken clay tablets or clay
seal is worth Holds all of the dreams of a man Tapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of man The spirit of the soul of the man And he would vow
, what the seal is worth Holds all of the dreams of a man Tapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of man The spirit of the soul of the man And
worth, what the seal is worth Holds all of the dreams of a man Tapestries wishes of man, pictures and visions of man The spirit, the soul of the man
You love Covered by Your shadow Held within Your hand Made in Your likeness Precious am I The glare of a sinking flame Binds me to my clay Indeed alone
truly own. To reap amends... The stench of tresses on hot coats. Hooves of flame trample man into the embers. The melting of malformed clay into a molten
