Son, I'd run a marathon to get it on wit anyone
From Babylon to Lebeanon
Mash up the stage and let the show still carry on
Blow out you Sony Trinitron
When you see we on
Leave we on - keep we on
Lock
Survive men's bullets like Tu-Tu
Pac
Its when I left school I received hard knocks
From life
I might incite fights wit' what I write
Using Denno's horn to stretch a universe that be fittin' me tight
Kick at the night 'til it bleed sunlight
I'll retire when the band get quiet
Or my soul go silent
or I got to go back to livin' on auto pilot
pd - vacation on venus
and we haven't flown a mile yet
actin' like you ain't smile yet
Dave's fingers already dialed it
3 stripes styled it!!

--chorus--
b-boys walk holes in your shell toes
rock plenty pairs like Amelda Markose
see mics we spark those
from the tenement to suburb to the hostile
b-girls walk the soles out your shell toes
love yourself
cuz we all be apostles
and together we achieve the impossible
pocket dwell rock your bones 'til they fossil

my love be bold like Danko Jones
I pulled the mic out the stone
We all in danger cuz now they makin' clones
Me- is my poems
Writin' Puffed out breakin' Combs
I love this planet but it's just a foster home - to us
This is how Pocket Dwellers reach out and touch
Whether to caress breast or mc's to get crush
We intend to get y'all souls in touch
By any means from Natrone to naepon
Iced out brotha might get skate on
Diamonds are forever but they message won't stay long
Wit my shell toes I dance out satan
Pd make music for y'all to mate on
b-girls
love yourself cuz we all be - impossible apostles
who chronicle tomorrow
I figure love is the only cure for my sorrow
(please!!!!) fight for your minds
don't follow!!!

--chorus--
b-boys walk holes in your shell toes
rock plenty pairs like Amelda Markose
see mics we spark those
from the tenement to suburb to the hostile
b-girls walk the soles out your shell toes
love yourself
cuz we all be apostles
and together we achieve the impossible
pocket dwell rock your bones 'til they fossil

shell toes and fat laces - to my folks be tasteless
and the life they gave me - they feel I'm a waste it
but pops- I'm trying to much more than just basic
when I say shit - its freedom that I'm tastin'
time does not exist- but- time is wasting
she don't really love me - but still I'm chasing
the truth is infront - but its lies I'm facin'
shell toes for revolution- so its shell toes I'm lacin'

© 2000 Nigel Williams (U.N.I.versal Music)


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