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I just want to talk about a good father, now coming
from me If you where to personally
look at my life, you would ask the
question what do you know about a good father?
And that would be a fair question, because one of
the statements I have written on my notes
here today is that men need examples and
that’s not only men, all of us are helped by examples.
But it does seem that as men we feel better when
other men show us that they are man
enough to do whatever it is that we have
tendency in doing, whether it is cook, sew maybe sit or to
shout and clap our hands and cry.
We sometimes can’t do it until we
see other men who have lost themselves
in the praise of God and in life.
So it would certainly be a fair question, on this
father’s day to ask what do you know about a good father.
Now when I say father I am speaking of one who
is the guardian or biological male in your life.
Who takes you out with them, who teaches
you and gives you the instructions to follow.
Proper obstructs about son our daughter following
the instructions of the father, well certainly there is no
inculpation about that, that’s
wonderful “high air” in order to follow ones instructions
they most know what they are doing.
We ask sociologically why are there so
many messed up families, what’s the problem?
Well in most of those cases, those children
have no or little example to follow.
There are exceptions but in most of those cases
they have little or no example to follow.
A good father is more than one who
provides shelter, food and body coverage.
Now I pray that those fathers who are
here and those mothers who had to
be fathers also and everyone around in
crowed that are fathers who had to be mothers also:

Saul:

Our father which art in St. Francis hospital for hypotension.
Our father which art in jumpsuits and prisons, federal detention.
Our father which art in dark bars and alleys, lethal injections.
Our father which art in denial delusion. This cannot happen again.

Hallowed be thy. State your name for the record.
Hallowed be thy. State your name for the record.
Hallowed be thy. State your name for the record.
Hallowed be thy. State your name for the record.
Hallowed be thy. State your name for the record.
Hallowed be thy. State your name for the record. Selves Disraeli end.

Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering, can you hear us now.
Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering, can you heel us now.
Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering, can you feel us now.
Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering, can you heel us now.

When I was young I cried when found out
I couldn’t have children soon after I started
rhyming no one was nicer than me
I mean up state New York I learned to beat
box in my three house sounded good
up there would you’ll rater hear about
constant fear or broken glass in the tenement
should I rob to make you weary now.
Dear Goddess can you hear me now clear the
way and prepare me now dear Goddess can you hear me now.


Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering, can you hear us now.
Dear Goddess we made this
break beat just for you as an offering, can you heel us now.

I’m suppose to be dressed up in MC ‘cause I never sold a key.
I sold my homework but
you’ all nigger’s were to busy hustling to do
the down work now you can only rap about
how you’re still in clone work clone, clone
your self on jerk change your topic, damn I
suppose to be praying I got to stop it.

Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering, can you hear us now.
Dear Goddess we made this
break beat just for you as an offering, can you hear us now.
Dear Goddess we made this break
beat just for you as an offering an offering.

Tekst :

I will not rhyme on tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

i will not rhyme over tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

don t drop the beat on me
don t drop the beat no
ah

i am not the son of sha-klak klak
i am before that
i am before
i am before before before death is eternity after death is eternity
there is no death there s only eternity
and i be riding on the wings of eternity like
CLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACK
GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACK

as if the heart beat wasn t enough
they got us using drum machines now
the hums of the machines
tryin to make our drums humdrums
tryin to ???? our magic
insturments be political prisioners up inside computers
as if the heart were not enough
as if the heart were not enough

and as heart beats bring percussions
fallen trees bring reprocussions
citys play upon our souls like broken drums
redrum the essence of creation from city slums
but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrums
cuz city slums have never been where our drums are from
just the place where our daughters and sons become
offbeat heartbeats
slaves to city streets
and hearts get broken and heartbeats stop
broken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but..

i won t rhyme on top no tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back
i won t rhyme over tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back

don t drop the beat no
don t drop the beat noooo

not untill you ve listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top
have you heard hip hop
extract the urban element which created it
and let a open wide country side illustrate it
riding in a freight train
in the freezing rain
listening to Coltrane
my reality went insane
and i think i saw Jesus
he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter
who was cursing him out
in a scat-like gibberish for not saying butterfingers
and my fingers run through grains of sand
like seeds of time
the pains of man
the frames of mind
which built these frames
which is the structure of my urban superstructure
the trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thought
so you that forget how to walk through the woods
which ain t good cuz you ain t never walked through the trees
listenin to nobody beats the biz and you ain t never heard hip hop

and you must stop that damn track from going...
please don t drop the beat
don t drop the beat nooo

and...

i will not rhyme on tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to that (huh) way back
(repeat)

don t drop the beat noooo

don t drop the beat no
don t drop the beat no
don t drop the beat
...heartbeat
my heartbeat
goes on
and on
and on...

yeah

Tekst :

I want my money back.
I m down here drowning in your fat.
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.
I ain t afraid of you.
I m just a victim of your fears.
You cower in your tower praying that I ll disappear,
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand.
On the stage or in the street, don t need no microphone or beat.
And when you hear this song, if you ain t dead then sing along.
Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.
I didn t think that it would be a song that you would hear,
but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.
I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.
Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.
I ve taped you to my heart dear girl, I ve taped you to my
heart and if you pull away from me you ll tear my life apart..

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

Ecstacy, suffering, Echinacea, bufferin.
We aim to remember what we choose to forget.
God s just a baby and her diaper is wet.
Call the police!
I m strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief.
Call on the law!
I m fixin to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.
Call em up now!
cause it s about to go pow!
I m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.
Call up a truce!
cause I m about to bust loose.
Protect ya neck, cause, son, I m breaking out of my noose.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you re gonna know where I stand.
We re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

When you find out you don t love her
When all the glitter rubs off of her
I ll be waiting just a smile away

I can see you need some cheering
Call on me, I m volunteering
All you gotta do is pick up the phone
Tell me...

[Hook]

[Samy]
Yo, Ladies & Gentlemen, ich bin crazy wie eminem
wenn ich ma wieda besoffen von ein paar Wodka Lemon bin
dä dä dänn, bin ich dumm oder bin ich intelligent
ich komm mit mehr flow und burn MCs permanent
Dank an...

Dzisiaj nagle wymyśliłem Ciebie
Twoje imię zadźwięczało we mnie
choć tyle innych jest
znam tylko jego dzwięk

Do mnie mów
najłagodniej jak tylko ty potrafisz
I całuj rękę spłoszoną
szczęściem nagłym
Dla Ciebie usta moje
i ciepło mojej dłoni
A potem porzyjdą noce
jak psy wierne pod nasz dom

Jaką...

Yes, I care if she brings me spring,
But don’t care about nothing,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.
In the dawn of the silvery day
Clouds seem to melt away,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.

She brings the rain, it feels like spring,
Magic mushrooms out of dreams,
She brings...

I got some troubles but they won t last
I m gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
cause I m in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

I never had a dog that liked me some
Never...