: Instrumental
Instrumental
that I do Is just to satisfy you (Ladies and gentlemen) hahha Puffy] I'm the light when you can't see I'm that air when you can'
(Kanye West) Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Oooooooooooh (Kid Cudi
views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong But that's not what I want to hear all night long Some
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya O's Catch a bellin' down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches Me and Busta
lifetime tryna predict when the sun will shine or simply bask in it like the flowers that come alive Summer days always start extraordinary Summer nights there's water in the air
light If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights Your only true right is a right to a fight And not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin' who died last night
do it in my head If I had mind to Sail away and be Jacques Cousteau, or the Crocodile hunter on a TV show Be the king of the one night stand, front
stacks Bad ass beemer he drove 'cause he sold his soul To get a hold of the chrome and gold True, he felt good as he walked his hood Bein' hunted every night
I was not liable For all the casualties of the dutty MCs' I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead Night
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson The night is black Without a moon The air is thick, and still The vigilantes gather on The
the people stare He walks on air without a care Listen up, just one more thing This guy's for real This guy's the king We'll strike late at night We
Lonely is the night without you Just as lonely as a shapperd without sheep and where flies the falcon, in the high sweet air Without hunting in the
Tales from the spirit of gold Hunters come in the night of glory Prophets lying and creating gods Proclameting darkness, my master fall Break up point
need from you is All I see This city's paved with cold Playboys buying fun Seems there is no hunter left Without his hunting gun Can you feel the light? The air
