mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys and of strife
M O B B D E E P, A.C.D. burn somethin' Let's get lifted, Queens, is you wit me? Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me I back him down wit
door And tirled gently at the pin Sleep ye or wake ye, my dear Annie? Open the door and let me in Wi' her white fingers lang and sma' She's lifted gently
from the wastage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white it all becomes clear They felt lifted
s mighty gallery of pictures Hang scenes that are painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of piece and of strife
of living Ocean depth of happy rest! Thou our Father, Christ our brother, All who live in love are Thine; Teach us how to love each other, Lift us to
in you I am the one to lift the hand I am the jealous tongue, the poison dart I am the lost one, anger in your heart I am the hunger, plague and strife
joy of living, Ocean depth of happy rest! Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, All who live in love are Thine; Teach us how to love each other, Lift
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures There're scenes that are painted from life, Scenes of youth and of beauty, Scenes of hardship and strife,
They guide my every move I'm so in love with You, Lord Your love shines over me And I will seek You with all my heart I will lift my voice to You No
in my grave and say "FUCK IT".. Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for my feet to grow wings, That lift me above, All of these
inna dem secret place Lightning ah tun them over like porridge in a plate Bun down ah flesh nyam and dem nah know dem space This is the Nyabinghi height, majestical lift
sate of hysterica It's a brutalized lab bunny jumpin' the fence Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head Brooklyn is the life Equal parts joy, strife
Yo Hands Out And Throw Me Ou The Window Watch Yo Lyrical Thru The Atp When We Come To The Street We Don Post On The Block For The Killa Ima Lift My
gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys and of strife There
heal Oh no, oh no, oh God, where'd you go? You give us love, we have to hide I know, I know, it's shades of gray You give us hope and give us strife
, it?s just an observation, So take a ride we?re stopping all stations. Verse 2 ? Pressure It?s been a long night the suns lifting on a cold, Morning
faith I guess we livin' for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with an AK the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I'm just