boat I'll retire me name Or play the roll of a politician and run for the senate Fill a lifetime of rhymes into a couple of minutes See, Prince Paul's
wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears
human senses, to ponder a maker beyond our dimension. Who lives beyond this scope of our feeble eyes, and doesn't know know the boundries of space and
when they all appear to you then they start to fade Froze upon the path of all the names that we engrave But closer to the moon, yeah across the ides of space
and the cue cards sway From my flower girls China and Jette The button is pressed in '89 we'll start the panic From De La Soul and a prince from stet
I see Hands across a cotton tie The hands that once were free Alone you sleep in space tonight Far away from me You're the prince of the garden Tie
women in the world that can doubt that (oh) I need a women not a girl uz I'm bout that (oh no no no) [Verse 2: Trey Songz - rap] (It's The Prince, look
No one wants to know me anyway" Perfect lover where are you? I can't wait much more for you to come true Shining prince inside my head Live inside a
I sew in seams And button in this hustlin' then publically, I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin' them and cuffin' them Is like usherin' in the regime They want me to make Prince
to be Much more than they could see You and I were made to stay As they waste away We are shaping the space and harvesting places We're the prince's
but swing it boy Swing it brother swing Don't stop the beat that's Slapped this foolish brat Come on swing me boys Swing it brother swing <9th prince
<9th prince> Get the vests; get the vests <killa sin> Word up, grab your nines <9th prince> Crazy head get out there god Blast that
Corvette or the bubble lex? I put diamonds in yo faces on a daily basis I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis I got three Jags in my parking spaces '95
The Prince of Humbug. Balderdash. Fiddle, Faddle, Drivel, Posh Twiddle, Twaddle, Blather, Bosh. Bilge and dodge and double-dutch And Flim-Flam I
you, I remember you, dude I think I'm well acquainted with your kind You like to make things Turn around to so calm or no calm No place inside my space
knees like their ready to suck a dick beggin' Like niggaz about to beat they ass caught for bootleggin' The Villain be havin' keys to black holes in space
You can have girls and girls You can have boys and boys You can have sex and violence You can have space age toys You can have anything that you think