science and a theologian's dream The dragonflies are trying to lecture me Seahorses if we were in the sea (repeat chorus) Beat a drum for me, like a
and a theologian's dream The dragonflies are trying to lecture me Seahorses if we were in the sea (repeat chorus) Beat a drum for me, like a butterfly
a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o It not to be banned or
!) Pump up the jam, pump it up! [Losing My Religion/R.E.M.] That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep a view
nothin' worth killin' like a sucker Why you wanna make fake beats, muthafucka? Shoulda came real like the Oakland City Beat your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a
Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis and a pair of wallabees
Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are
I'm ever ready for the prospade I have a vest never fest just cascade I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on and tell two friends so on (so on) I ain'
on your face I can see a trace of what appears to be a space in your heart Feelin it with crazzzzzzy love [kellin] (c-r-a to the z to the y) I'm crazzzzy
. a??Lars Horris,a?? hey that's me! After my BA I'll get my PhD. a??Lars Horris,a?? hey that's me! Metaphysically fly like John Donne's a??The Flea.a?? a??Lars Horris,a
-a-k-e-n-o-p-r-i-s-o-n-e-r-s john darnielle: i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when
. T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-
to a pear to a peach to a plum Listen to the drum, does it make your ears numb? Here it comes, here it comes, here it kiddy comes comes I'm independent
a little somethin on the history [Zaakir] I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three R to the A-P-P-I-N Eighty-four was the year I picked
' snare when it touch the beat I'm the 808 drum that got you movin' your feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D R E Product of my environment You
