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[Intro: DJ Premier]
Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force
Yo, you know how I do son (yeah)
Yeah, so why don't you (yeah)
Get on this mic and represent one time
[Afu-Ra]
Some MC's you know they artificial
Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles
Lyrics run right through your tissues
Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller
How my sound rounds could bill-a
Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across
Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault
Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin
Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin
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Chor: In Balonesien heißt das einfach so:
O Mama
o Mama
o Mamajo
in Peru
in Peru tanzt man so.
Der Baia
der Baia
der Baiajo
macht dort unten die verliebten Leute froh.
O Mama o Mama o Mamajo
darum fahr ich noch heut' mit dir hin.
Und dann tanzen wir zwei
tanzen wir zwei
Baio-Bajai
Baio-Bajai!
Wie's verliebte Leute tun.
Und dann tanzen wir zwei
tanzen wir zwei
Baio-Bajai
Baio-Bajai!
Wie's verliebte Leute tun.
Ole! Olaeo! Ole! Olao!
Ole! Olaeo! Ole! Olao!
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It doesn't pay to try,
All the smart boys know why,
It doesn't mean, I didn't try,
I just never know, why.
It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home.
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone.
It's so restless, I am,
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones.
And even though it don't show,
Those guys are so old.
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Don't try
Don't try
You're just a basket case.
And you got no name.
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i made a sunday after you
when this place was burning down
i swear this is the first time i ever lied to you
and its funny and its sick
how this house was falling down
i swear my mind was transported to the otherside
and nothings what it seems anymore
nothings what it seems anymore
i come running
through the worlds that you have built
its clear my fear is tourmented by your lying eyes
and its lovely
i live out every pretence
i swear my heart is broken by your words again
again, again, again
and nothings what it seems anymore
nothings
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