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Date Posted: 09:27:19 08/09/02 Fri
Author: fingfingsister
Subject: good good nah~~~~~lets sing k babe~~~
In reply to: PODODADRINKDRINK 's message, "Dj Jazzy Jeff -Magnificient Lyrics" on 04:37:35 08/09/02 Fri

>Lyrics - The Magnificient ?DJ Jazzy Jeff
>
>
>
>How I Do feat. Shawn Stockman & Cy Young
>
>Baby, This is how
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>
>Baby, This is how
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>
>Girl, girl I've know you long
>You are what I've got, because this energy I'm sending
>you is hard for you
>to find.
>
>And I
>I want to give you some, but I'm not really sure if
>you can handle me or
>even get which way I'm coming from
>
>So easily I approach
>Spittin' intellects so you get the most
>Outta me, 'cos I'm no where close
>Of being the run of the mill
>
>And you'll find the life I claim
>Is how I live 'cos I don't kick game
>Ask me again and I'll tell you the same
>'Cos with me its no shame
>
>Its just How I Do
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>Baby, This is How I Do
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>
>RAP:
>Listen, this is not a game/no balls fouled/I sniffed
>it like times just to
>hunt you down/your beautiful smile/and the way you
>keep me aroused/got me
>changing how I do what can I do now/is your
>option/pick like Malone and
>Stockman/don't stop it/everything you do is love/its
>like every time you
>move is bugged/I got something that will change your
>life/if you choose this
>love
>
>'Cos girl I like your style
>The way you move and the way you smile
>Gotta sit you down so we can talk a while
>And see what's on your mind
>
>But before I let you in
>take you places you never been
>The type of shit you go back and tell your friends
>I have to check your profile
>
>That's How I Do....
>
>RAP:
>Now what you mean you not smooth with it/I'm diggin
>you/but I'm trying to
>stay cool with it/Miss you to cute with it/attitude
>rude with it/you get it/
>there's something about the way you move in it/looking
>like you need
>love/and I'm feelin' like doing you a favour/the
>pleasures mine/you leave
>them other ladies behind/I give you some time and let
>you make up your
>mind/Its your move now/take a minute/I'm gonna cool
>out/ It's nothing but a
>thing say the word we cruise out/c'mon/you and me/yo,
>we can do things/move
>outta state/pack your bags/we can move things/I'm
>talking about moving more
>than just a few things/the car, the crib/baby you can
>choose things/hit you
>with my last name/real nice cute ring/signed Shawn
>baby love/this is how we
>do things
>
>
>This is How I Do
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>Baby
>This is How I Do
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>
>This is How I Do
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>Baby
>This is How I Do
>How I Do
>Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh
>How I Do
>
>
>
>
>WE ARE
>
>Just feeling the way that I do, hope lives on,
>If not threw me threw song
>I'm getting along, take deep breathes and hold on,
>I write like I realize I could be gone I'm here
>Is the true meaning of love clear,
>If love is pain is love really fair,
>is the meaning of life just to breath
>is death losing all of your precious things
>some thing men don't cry well heres tears
>been told all these lies for these years
>it's unclear why truth is untold
>but hold fast and truth'll unfold
>I know
>but it's kind of hard to believe
>that a whole generation a die over greed
>that most of our own'll die overseas
>but it all remains to go unseen
>
> WE ARE livin for today not the past trying
> to hold on cause the trouble won't last
>
> WE ARE showing that the roots run deep and
> the hope won't cease cause everyday
> we believe
>
> WE WILL hold on and hold out put it together
>and
> make it work somehow
>
> THIS IS this is for Malcolm and Music my story
>my
> movement never forgetting the children
>
>Hey young world,
>keep your head to the sky the only way that
>you'll fail is if you never ever try,
>I live for you care for you you don't have to
>worry i'm gone all ways be there for you (doing what)
>laying the foundation cause were gonna make it but it's
>gonna take dedication, (and what)
>and hope and love and peace and I hope one day you'll
>see
>and you can join us
>
>If you love me say the words to me
>I'm sourround by so many things that hurt to me
>You know you'll always come first to me
>this music it aint nothin but a verse to me
>after the rain theres sunshine, It's not invane
>we all feel it sometimes
>so hold on stay strong we gone make do
>and remember let positive shape you.
> 2nd chorus
>
>
>
>
>We Are
>
>Verse 3
>
>This is for
>For all the mothers single handed
>For all the ghettos way too damaged
>Hey young world, don�t you panic
>Let courage lead you right
>Darkness is temporary even though
>The future�s looking scary
>The most high don�t make mistakes, naw
>When you�re chosen as the light
>I know we�re a long way from home
>On this land that they stole
>They gave us drugs as the goal
>For incarceration to unfold
>To raise the murder toll
>To divide the communities
>Do away with unity
>Unaware of the strength
>That�s in you & me
>�Cuz we are
>
>
>
>
>
>My Peoplez
>
>Verse 1
>I�ve seen streets where youth are forced to take the
>long way home
>And I�ve seen the mothers mourn the lost of their only
>born
>But still I believe we are given nothing more than we
>can bear
>Our vision is only blurred when life seems unfair, so
>Who am I to judge the man with the needle in his vein
>When he�s just chasing freedom to escape the pain
>Of the world�s fast paced pipe dreams and shortcomings?
>He�s just tryna make do, find a way out of nothing
>It�s like we�re damned if we do, and damned if we don�t
>And it�s a very thin line between respect and bein?>broke
>
>Pre-hook 1
>And bein?one red button away from world war 3
>Always called the minority
>And always, always pulled over, facing police brutality
>Why is every street a living hell?
>Probably �cuz they want us to fail, yeah
>And 3 strikes will surely pack the jail
>Like the slave ships when they sailed (whoa-oh)
>
>Verse 2
>Years and years of civil rights chasin?to pass that
>bill
>But ask yourself people, have we changed, or are we
>standin?still?
>Down & out struggling in this concrete jungle
>One check away from starvation?.poverty
>But they say bein?free is about speaking your mind
>But, prophesize 2 much and that�s where they draw the
>line
>A line as thin as the line between war & peace
>A line as thin as the line between west & east
>
>Pre-hook 2
>One button away from world war 3
>Bein?called the minority
>And bein?pulled, always bein?pulled over, and
>subject to brutality
>Why is every street like a living hell?
>Probably �cuz they all just want us to fail
>And 3 strikes I�m sure will pack the jail
>Like the slave ships when they sailed, but they don�t
>know
>
>Hook
>My people was made to endure
>My people all shapes and colors
>My people got more peoplez wit them
>That�s more people, more sisters & brothers
>My people stay strong as an ox
>My people will never fail
>My people will always remain
>Remain wit a story to tell
>
>My peoplez was made to endure
>My peoplez all shapes and colors
>My peoplez got more peoplez wit them
>That�s more people, more sisters & brothers
>My peoplez stay strong as an ox
>My peoplez will never fail
>My peoplez will always remain
>Remain wit a story to tell
>(Repeat 3 times)
>
>
>
>da ntro
>
>its the magnificent with a sensational style/
>jeff play it for a while, either am or fm/
>I'm sprayin' cassettes in, sayin' when Jeff's in/
>the dj booth we play truth/
>in and out of town or overseas on a 3 day loop/
>or high up in a plane playin' EA hoops/
>or 2k live I'm the rapper watch the dj rise/
>jazzy jeff look in thier dj eyes/
>you can see it when they sweat, you can see it in
>their step/
>you can see it in their juggle, you can see it their
>set/
>soundin' muffled, f--- around and jeff townes'll cut
>you/
>jump off stage in the crowd and duck you-bo!/
>so if last name aint Townes then f--- you/
>the west kat that left katz soul searching, Vestax
>spokesperson/
>so certain that he'll reign(Rane) on new
>marks(Numarks) and leave 'em
>overworkin',
>blow circuits & lower curtains/
>J-a- double z
>J-e double f, straight outta double v,
>Pete, here go the heat for streets and for stations/
>beat generation, heat for all nations-
>Magnificence!!!!!
>
>
>
>???
>
>....the doe that i get i choose to spend it on fam/
>flows that you spit, it's like you fit in my pants/
>wearing my shoes/
>washing my clothes and cooking my food- dependent/
>I'm independent, nicest, aint no crisis
>for intervention, i write this off a lighters/
>and spliff's twistin', you up to bat then I'm pinch
>hittin'/
>put that ass on the bench like you Mitch Richmond/
>keep the pitch switchin'/
>fast or slow the classic flow, good rittens/
>west p to s.p.(south philly) to n.p./
>my flows jet ski on sp and mp/
>6-0's spit pro sick flow/
>spittin' rhymes like a missle, since Down To The
>Grissle/
>sick sounds gettin' penciled, get down with a stencil/
>1 hook 1 verse for any clown with a issue/
>aggressive beef let it rest in peace/
>I got Rev in the West and Jeff in the East/
>
>I'm used to boxing, giving five to the head/
>I'm used to chocolate, gettin' high with the dreads/
>I'm used to rockin', anytime anywhere/
>BBlak, P Yams on stage you like j'yeah!/
>y'all niggaz bullshittin/
>run witta gang of starz and a full clip in/
>witta clean change of drawz and your girl trickin'/
>thorough thick in the waist, hurl dick in her face,
>earl twisted on 8ths...
>
>
>
>WORLD WIDE
>
>puff the dutch, don't make me fuck shit up/
>BBlak bubblin' like alka-seltzer plus/
>came in the place with my oldhead, P Yamz means cold
>red/
>niggaz wont learn 'till they nose bled/
>throw lead, we can go there, nigga, I don't know
>scared?
>nowhere, renaissaince man, with the pen in my hand/
>doe that I get, I choose to spend on fam/
>flows th
>
>
>
>
>
>The Magnificent
>
>its the magnificent with a sensational style/
>jeff play it for a while, either am or fm/
>I'm sprayin' cassettes in, sayin' when Jeff's in/
>the dj booth we play truth/
>in and out of town or overseas on a 3 day loop/
>or high up in a plane playin' EA hoops/
>or 2k live I'm the rapper watch the dj rise/
>jazzy jeff look in thier dj eyes/
>you can see it when they sweat, you can see it in
>their step/
>you can see it in their juggle, you can see it their
>set/
>soundin' muffled, f--- around and jeff townes'll cut
>you/
>jump off stage in the crowd and duck you-bo!/
>so if last name aint Townes then f--- you/
>the west kat that left katz soul searching, Vestax
>spokesperson/
>so certain that he'll reign(Rane) on new
>marks(Numarks) and leave 'em
>overworkin',
>blow circuits & lower curtains/
>J-a- double z
>J-e double f, straight outta double v,
>Pete, here go the heat for streets and for stations/
>beat generation, heat for all nations-
>Magnificence!!!!!
>
>
>
>For Da Love Of Da Game
>
>for the love of the game, I only deal in dollars &
>change/
>switch places from big faces, one in the same/
>with snares & kicks, prepared to mix/
>in the booth 'till I'm dead, no roof on my head/
>even tools in the shed gotta place to stay, but a
>place to lay
>that's what I deal with on a day to day/
>phone off, heat off, loan sharks, speghetti no
>meatballs/
>at least y'all can eat y'all/
>feel my strain, on a cloudy day feel my rain/
>no food no drink just hunger pains/
>thinkin' everyday who this chrome gone kill/
>smiling in womens face for a homecooked meal/
>right now I hate my life, but love the way I write/
>for real I think I seen my death/
>think I like bummin g's from Jeff?/
>pockets of my jeans on e and thier seams on f/
>I'm a hardworking allnighter ASCAP/SESAC songwriter/
>worldwide dimepiece raw rider/
>feel my blood & tears/
>but the love of the drug got me loved and reveared
>from the thugz for
>years,
>its the game yo!!!...
>
>
>II
>dealin' with dames to wheel the Range killin thier
>brains with game/
>if not cousin, I'd be still on the train/
>like you said we aint willin' to change, I'm feelin'
>ya mane(man in Cali
>accent)
>Yamsy family and we..
>
>I attest to that, still walk with vest on back/
>same ghetto same whip, still stressed on rap/
>just wanna backyard, nuttin' less than that/
>just want some cash, cars and them records with Blak/
>It's just the game yo, but whether or not/
>I'd still have love for hiphop..its just the game yo...
>
>
>
>
>
>Foxxx's lyrics:
>
>verse #1
>
>Rockin is a state of mind, for nigahs that really do
>it,
>leaving suckahs behind that can't pull through it,
>you cut a throat to do better that nigahs doing better,
>but you cant cut the neck of the second letter, U-M-P
>Knucks,
>rappers get swung like chucks, Nigahs swearing that
>he's nice
>when he really sucks, Ayo Ruck, why do rappers say
>they thugs
>and gangsters, when they holloween dress up nigahs,
>panty hose,
>acting like they hard with them new edition candy girl
>flows,
>I'm funky like George Sir nose, I'm real like tax time
>you try to
>escape, and I'll clamp down on your real estate, and
>your fake
>estate, that means everything rented, borrowed, stolen
>and anything
>you might be holdin, I come like two nidduts, under
>pressure bussin,philly
>soul reachin, Bumpy heart touchin, jazzy like jeff
>nigah,
>I'm not a giraffe, I'm Bumpy Abu Jimaal, I'll clap you
>fast,
>and be dead center chest like the gold medallion, that
>hangs around
>the chest on the old Italian..................
>
>Hook: scram kid your new to me, you bother me
> cause know, yall ni-gahs really aint thugs
> your tryin to be hardcore but-cha not,
> I'll write your eulogy, you bother me,
> It'll be, no help from family or friends
> nobody can really help you now..............
>
>verse# 2
>
>Here I am the real emcee, writing of suckah emceez
>like I'm DMC,
>my little killahs in the BM3, follow bumpy in the
>black 600 wit
>tha 1 2 V, I meant V12 but where ever I dwell, they'll
>bus for me
>in heaven, they'll bus for me in hell, cause I'm still
>hot,
>any rapper I fear not, I'll give to you raw like my
>pops was
>gill scott, mama was jill scott, hummin melodies, my
>head on her
>chest fealin tha bass in her breast, time nor space
>exist for
>the man, that knows the eternal, don't make me return
>you,
>you can pull it out, wave it no doubt, but before buss
>it off,
>heres one to think about, come to bumpy get your heart
>tested,
>if you pass, you'll be passin out, I'm blastin in and
>I'm
>blastin out...............................
>
>Hook:scram kid your new to me, you bother me
> cause know, yall ni-gahs really aint thugs
> your tryin to be hardcore but-cha not,
> I'll write your eulogy, you bother me,
> It'll be, no help from family or friends
> nobody can really help you now..............
>
>Verse #3
>
>I'm more convinced now then on A Part Of My Life, that
>I'm a die
>with rhymin kids & a rhymin wife. I'm a body every
>nigah, that
>ever did me trife, thats word to great grandma indian
>and her
>carving knife, I'm power in it's finest hour, ask
>Queen Latifah
>who's the hardest rapp gangsta that she'll ever speak
>to, you
>better check my record, matter fact check my album,
>Industry
>shook down, nigahs is shook now, it's time for
>revolution,
>cause I see booty, is wax prostitution. I'm the
>chairmen of
>bussin nigahs wit chairs, krackin nigahs heads open
>with heineken
>beers, most people see my shadow, black & wide but
>can't see my
>heart black with pride, cause you got a devil inside,
>plottin
>for a spot where the late great Biggie reside, I'll be
>a father
>like Big Chuck, raising my sons, to keep the enemy
>close and buss
>their guns, I stepped to a few nigahs & made them all
>One, with
>the 16 shot beretta, that I call Fun, music must
>reflect the time,
>time reflect the music, so shorty come correct, if you
>next to
>use it, from lil bow wow to lil zane, I told this to
>kane brother
>little daddy shane, I'll always spit a nigah name, and
>hope to
>God he answer, then I'll get all in his body like a
>nasty cancer,
>I take honor and pride in the mic, & will fight for it
>like it was
>a civil right baby............................
>
>
>
>
>
>Sample Used:
>SOME DJS ARE X 3
>SO HERE�S A LITTLE SOMETHING ABOUT MY DJ
>THE MAGNIFICENT
>JAZZY JEFF X 2
>
>
>PAULY YAMZ
>Who the underground DJ even dirty the echo
>with more years in the cut game then Ferdie Pachecko?
>It's JJ, nice with it till he's DOA
>It's JJ, not from good times but TOJ
>Was born with it you know you can't recruit cool
>Jeff scratch like a hustler that can't shoot pool
>Even if the needle jump, no prob he still catching it
>Double beating transforming and back scratching it
>The underdog made his mark inflated on him
>You said it couldn't be done, straight hated on him
>It's all hood Jeff is easily good
>Never claim to be the be the best but he easily could
>Longevity back you were riding in your dad's Honda
>We loaded records in a bright yellow pathfinder
>You talking wheels he on top on the heap
>1200 hundreds in the club, six out in the street
>He's the magnificent!
>
>
>BABY BLAK
>Jeff play for a while, whether AM or FM, I�m spraying
>cassettes in, saying that Jeff�s in the DJ booth, he
>plays truth, in and out of town, overseas, on the 3
>day loop, fly around in the plane playing EA hoops &
>2K live, I�m the rapper watch the DJ prize, Jazzy Jeff
>look in their DJ eyes, you can see it in their self,
>see it in their step, you can see it in their jump you
>can see it when they sweat, sound them off, fuck
>around and Jeff Townes will cut you, jump off stage in
>the crowd and duck you, so if your last name ain�t
>Townes then fuck you, the west cat, the left cat,soul
>searching vestax spokesperson,so certain any reign
>with new marks will leave you over workin? blow
>circuits and lower curtains,J-A-double Z, J- E- double
>F straight out the double V, straight out the
>stations, the Beat Generation, here for the nation,
>the Magnificent!
>
>
>Can I get a mic. Check one two
> I�m in the spot no need to ask you I want to/
>Grab the m-I-c- and spit something nice/
>drop a cold jewl for brothers that be wanting ice/
>And for the ladies in the joint you I�m glad you came /
>Please excuse me if I know you but forgot your name/
>I got a bad memory but you remember me /
>You ain�t the first to say we had intimacy/
>But any way good to see you again,/
> Party start at nine thirty hope to see you at ten/
>Can�t talk to you now cause I see you with him/
>And I�ma slide to the side and I�ma leave you a pen/
>You know what to do just write your number/
>And we could hook up and have a private slumber/
>I love the way the body just move to sound/
>That�s why a brother always at the music lounge (yeah)
>Chorus(2x)
> Sit back relax and enjoy the sound /
> Or stand up get live and just move around/
> You are now in tune to the music lounge/
> That host is the brother with the grooven sound/
> Verse two
> Can I get a mic check three four /
> The crowd jumping up down like seesaw/
> The place to be is where Im at and yall here too/
> Somebody said O the broads is all near you/
> Cause Im a magnet for beats that are classic/
> And shorties with bodys that are fantastic/
> The music�s like an afrodiciac/
> Where ever brothers on the mic you could see me at /
> It aint a thing better than a good soul clap/
> Who ever got the microphone let me hold that/
> And Im�a show that, I feel the rythem and vibes/
> Those who drive by park they cars come in side/
> Cause Im attracting but not in a vein sense/
> Its sordof like here tonight Im the main event/
> So if you like what you here embrace the sound/
> Everybody in the spot just waive your hands (yeah)/
>Chorus (2x)
>Verse three
> Can I get a mic check five six/
> Im like the news I always gotta bring the live shit/
> To inquiring people inspiring/
> Feeling down Im here to make you feel alive again/
> Get your soul moving this here is a soul movement/
> The body�s a shrine and you up for home improvement/
> Build with me relax back and chill with me/
> I put my feelings on the paper so get real with me/
> Don�t leave me hanging, five on the black side/
> Im all about soul music and black pride/
> What else is it, Im glad you all came to visit/
> You really in for a treat cause the flows exquisit/
> See forself, or better yet you gotta hear it/
> Not with your ears though but your spirit/
> Just close your two eyes and open your third/
> And witness vibration spoken in word (word yall)/
>
>
>In Time
>
>Masters At Work, A Touch Of Jazz, a collabo
>
>(You know that you should take time to make time, for
>all things work out so
>perfectly)
>
>There is a place I often close my eyes and drift off
>to/
>Where time stands still and it feels as if I�m
>floating on cloud 9/
>In this place there are no burdens of the world to
>trouble me, no/
>I become one with the rhythm, caught by the spirit in
>luv with the beat
>yeah, yeah/
>I start dancing to the rhythm of my own drum/
>Sweating away all my urban blues/
>And in that instant moment the fast pace of the rat
>race is left behind/
>And right now what could be sweeter, I�m just passing
>time/
>I�m telling you we should
>
>Chorus
>Take time to make time for all things work out
>perfectly/
>Your time is my time, for all things work eventually
>in time/
>So relax your mind
>
>When things don�t seem to go your way (its ok)/
>You have to be patient, humble you must stay/
>I know that you might not want to wait, but don�t give
>up, no (don�t be
>afraid)/
>Find the energy inside to stand up (cause you can�t
>hide from life�s)
>adversities/
>Overcome your fears with faith and you will see/
>You can stand up on your own two feet, if you just
>believe, oh/
>(Just believe) hold on and make sure that we
>
>Chorus (2x)
>
>(Chorus, ad-libs)
>
>Gotta realize there�s a bigger picture to my
>individuality/
>I know sometimes I wanna flip, flip my lid, but I know
>that understanding is
>the key/
>To luv, peace, joy, we can be free, free, free, free,
>free/
>Free, free, free, free, free, free, free, free/
>If we live in perfect, per-fect harmony.
>
>(Ad-libs)
>
>Take time to get in the rhythm, get in the groove/
>Take time to get in the groove, oh you must
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>(Ad-libs)
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>Take time to relax your mind/
>Take time to relax your mind
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>Love Savior written by Flo Brown and Raheem DeVaughn
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>He Asked what he had to have to have me
>I thought about it deep it took a few seconds
>to think about the often asked question
>what it take to bring me back to heaven
>were we came from before we changed dumb
>to nonrelation and agrevation
>simple conversations arguments and beef
>focused by the many and studied by the sheep
>but i dont play those games or entertain
>the physical before the mental, lust before you into
>what makes me laugh and makes me cry
>the very simple things that open up my mind
>put a tingle to my spine---make my eyes shine
>bright and wild---open like a child----elogant with
>style
>that real mystique----that speaks very little but say
>the greatest things
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>chorus-
>If love is what you need---baby
>if that is what it takes
>then that is what i'll give you---baby
>you aint gotta wait
>it is what it is---baby
>if that is what you need
>something like ya love savior
>that is what i'll be
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>I often wonder why you cant see love
>its colorless with no smell but plenty buzz
>it takes you to the threshold---and hold you there
>it breaks you till your flesh molds----and scolds you
>fair
>outta wits with uncontrolled fits
>i get emotional with shit like this----im speaking it
>how it can happen, the force could start you clapping
>or make you walk on air,crawl on stairs, and call on
>prayers
>to free you back
>loosen up your grips and lesson up your straps
>but you could have that--the water of the earth
>a woman that could birth,some honey for your thrist
>im talking bout the greatest gift thats known to man
>im speaking on the highest band ,just understand
>understand within ya span what you can have
>take my hand and do the math
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>chorus(repeat same)-once
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>A candid type of picture of a everlasting mixture
>of man and woman, a sensual depiction
>how many times i gotta say it
>i saw it in his eyes
>he looked into my soul and took me by surprise
>had me walking round on rise
>so learn from the wise--a king dats comprised
>of love for me...that know self
>and never underestimate the power of my welp
>the pull of the ocean when he in it and its felt
>the fuel of devotion when he crying out for help
>i dont ask for much, but give me everything
>give me what you bring
>feed me what you sing
>you said you was a king so lead me to the spring
>summer then the fall, I backwalls yall, that speak but
>dont live
>that wreak that bullshit...we grown now show me
>strength and hold me tense
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>chorus(repeat same)- twice

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