When, His salvation bringing,To Zion Jesus came,The children all stood singingHosanna to His Name;Nor did their zeal offend Him,But, as He rode along,He let them still attend Him,And smiled to hear their song.

The Falcon: “I don’t know who that cat is, or why he’s got a hate onforCap’; But I sure aim tofind out!”Villain: “So bird man! You sneak up from behind; Precisely the sort oftactics I should haveexpected from you.”The Falcon: “Save the conversation, for I am not behind you now, clayface!”Villain: “Out of my way fool! This is good enough for you! And foryou…”DelFlexin’ the futuristic styleThat will devistate mindsAs I find more elaborate metaphorsSo meditateThink for a second as I beckenAbstract thoughts brought to the surfaceWatch as I burst …

No silence on the streets, dirty feet, you cannot sleepYour taxi is your homeYou want to clean it up, the dirty scum, the filthy bumsYou write when you’re alone

-I got some bad news for you, Tony.-Watch you got?-We lost the whole shipment.-What you mean we lost the whole shipment?-Columbian Drug Cartel, intercepted the whole shipment.-Those fucking guys! Every fucking time to happen!-I told you fuckers stick and fuckin move-and get the fuck outta there-Man, I sees a lotta people gots to die, now. Fuck![Bootleg]Part 2! 19 muthafuckin 96!Bootleg the muthafuckin Rap Capone, Ghetto Eand my nigga Shoestring finna stick and moveand bust yo ass for the 9-6!My memory gets haunted by events in the pastHad an outlet to …

Words and music by ginny owens: bmg songs, inc. (gospel division)/above theRim music (administered by bmg songs, inc.) (ascap)

feat. Afu-Ra, Breez Evahflowin’
[Akrobatik]This is some serious business right hereCome onYo, bust it, this is a remixAfu-Ra up in the spotBreez Evahflowin’ up in the spot, yo

(difford/tilbrook)
The moths at the windowThey can see the lightThe crickets crick in the darkMy pen runs out of inkAs i start to writeThe feelings that are in my heartThis headache won’t subsideI’ve got you on my mind tonightThe silence of the telephoneDoesn’t bother meBut i wish that it would ringI’m confined to quartersI’m in solitaryI’m the man who would be kingThe small hand’s on the fiveI’ve got you on my mind tonight

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To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,In a room with a window in the corner i found truth.

Esteja alerta para as regras dos tr?sO que voc? d?, retornar? para voc?Essa li??o, voc? tem que aprenderVoc? s? ganha o que voc? merece

Transmission third world war third roundA decade of the weapon of sound above groundNo shelter if youre looking for shadeI lick shots at the brutal charadeAs the polls close like a casketOn truth devouredSilent play in the shadow of powerA spectacle monopolizedThe cameras eyes on choice disguisedWas it cast for the mass who burn and toil?Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?Yes a spectacle monopolizedThey hold the reins, stole your eyesAll the fistagons the bullets and bombsWho stuff the banksWho staff the party ranksMore for Gore or …

Chews the fat with his creatorOver breakfast in the sunlightThrough when he says grace,When he says grace, he feels enveloped like a shadowThere are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, form,Is thin and getting thinnerWhen lights are dim and getting dimmerwhen nights are grim and they’re only getting,Only getting grimmer

Everytime I stop to feel all I get is painWhen I hear your nam I know I am to blameYou thouht you had me wrapped tight around your fingerBut, what you never realized your grip it slippedAnd, I’m falling away again

It came from nowhereOn the 38 GearyA girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wireThrough spiderweb windowsOf blood stained glassA pagoda’s shadow and a cruel sunny skyOh the flash then the silenceShouldn’t there be screaming praying cryingOh anything at allTell me where are the sirensFire’s getting closer but I’ve got to stay calm

In a forest pitch-darkGlowed the tiniest sparkIt burst into flameLike me, like me

feat. Armageddon, Big Pun, Cuban Link

We craved the light from the darknessIt’s a morning of misfortuneThe dawn of a mankindListen to me instead of a blind folk’s speakForget the mature planWe are but humans you’ll see

( saul williams featuring esthero )

An agony waiting for someone to tell you to shut upBut don’t stop even if there’s no moon to hold youOr any other lifeless rockI can tell you put all your hopes into the shoes you buyYour loneliness has feet that walk it’s got wings that flyAnd it does sing a songLove doesn’t belong to anyone

[Opio]I told ‘em – they wouldn’t listen!I told ‘em – I tried to tell ‘emI told ‘em – they wouldn’t listen!I told ‘em – I tried to tell ‘em

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorryYou don’t know how lovely you areI had to find you, tell you I need youTell you I set you apartTell me your secrets, and ask me your questionsOh lets go back to the startRunning in circles, coming up tailsHeads on a silence apart

There was a man
A lonely man

Don’t nobody speak to me no moreI wanna hear but can’t hear u when u callDo you really mean it or have I just seemed to miss the pointWhatever it is it’s bringing me to boiling point

Your so Pure (ah)Your heart is full ofAll i ever needAnd i cant take itI cant speakSo i just sit here and stare

(rudolf schenker/ klaus meine)Producer for bonnie: humberto gatica

Wasn’t meant to beSo long in silenceBut it took so longTo belongI’m bored out of my tiny mindIf this is all it isThen you’re gone to heavenRace you to the highOpeningsI never knew ofThis Is My TimeThis Is My TimeWasn’t meant to beSo down undergroundNow I see the sunAnd I feel like something good is gonna happenIt could always beThat you’re thereAnd I’m hereWe’ll play aroundAnd thenSleep until the nightime comesThis Is My TimeThis Is My TimeYou wanna highYou wanna flyYour feet are in the undergroundAnd different is indifference andNobody’s …

[Kid Talking]Daddy, why are people dropping bombs on each other?I don’t understand….

Intro: 62nd assassin
I ain’t want nothing known but a bank roll.On the other side of 123rd st., bro’.Nothing known but a bank roll.On the other side of 123rd st., bro’.Bringing it straight off the currency.Now this shit is tough.I got this shit magic from here to texas trap.With the god’s jewels stash.I ain’t want nothing known but a bank roll.On the other side of 123rd, bro’.Yo, that’s that.I ain’t want nothing known but a bank roll.

It’s a cold and winter’s night and the rain is falling downIt’s so cold, cold outside, snow is laying all aroundThere is blackness in my window, and the silence is the only sound

I think you caught me on the downslide, downturnI was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dreamand all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smilesthey had the worst intentions all along after all….The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queensAnd all their dazzling children; they’re so regal (clean)With pristine fingertips they wash behind their earsAnd let their hair down ’til the audiences leaveI’m definitely shakingThe silence isn’t breakingBackwashed and stranded memoriesOf something I thought could be