know u can't stop her Trying to turn me on - I never had this, so stop this I'm supposed 2 tremble 'cause they call u 'the artist'? Let's wild out -
acetate, new power soul (mercy) The exodus has begun These are the names of the children of the sun Pumpin' the love sign in the days of wild Tearin'
not to see He was no Prince Charming, no beauty. she held flowers at her fingertips, And honey fell from her lips, He dived, into the oceans wild As
You're the one whose wild hide will weather in the weathering days To a leather made for princes To lay their princely heads of hair Upon the end of your feral days
wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince I demand that you release me you incompetent fool You can't arrest me I'm the prince you know the rules
You could drive me crazy with your unkempt hair You don't know what a comb is and frankly, I don't care 'Cause you're fast and you're wild and you make
There's a young man in the corner playing 'Crazy' all night long Quarters piled high upon the table He orders Wild Turkey and with a quick wit and a smile
Topics is wild as fiction To lessen the friction my children beware the pale rider Your life is slipped into a microchip I warned you with all of the mics that I grip Cash days
over to the lust that rageous in the mind The Captain fills his place with gold while all the ship is sinking Calls himself the Bishop-Prince and blood
kept me here Is what's made it, possible, for me to tell you this story [Prince Poetry] Chuck Cheese! Everybody neighborhood's fuck-up A wild shorty,
body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow
as we're cooperating with God by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days We'll see
, I roast Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild
(feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital) [Makaveli] Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uh,
jaws on your hips From back in the days I used to air it to the hits Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel And Wild Style was