Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh

My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down

Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard

Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh

I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears

Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh

(M. Beecroft, J. Collins, G. Coulson, J. Heslip, P. Luciano D. Pickell)
Ooooooooh
Chorus:
It's just my luck
She's got someone else in mind
It's just my luck
It happens all the time
Does it really have to be this way for me?
Hell Yeah! 'Cause it's just my luck
I was dancin' to my favourite song
When I saw her lookin' at me
She was hot, she was fine
Nearly blew my mind
When she said "come dance with me"
After the song was over
I walked her to the bar
I wanted to lean in and kiss her
But then she said "I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend"
Chorus
I was walkin' down the street one day
When two girls were smiling at me
They were hot, they were fine
I thought two at a time
What a perfect fantasy
Just as I offered my number
They turned and laughed at me
Then they walk away hand in hand
Kissin' each other passionately
Chorus
Ooooooooohh
I thought I met the girl of my dreams
The perfect picture from a magazine
She was hot, she was fine
Didn't waste any time
When she said "you're place or mine?"
I'm thinking my problem is over
She's turning the lights down low
Just when things were starting to go my way
All night long she kept calling someone else's name
"Oh Rico!"
"Ah damn!"
Chorus

I went away for a while
I could hear your voice
And see the way you smile
Oh you know what i like
Cuz you make me feel rite
When im w/ you
everything around me
Is like a dream come true
And i've been waiting for a boy like you

[chorus]
Baby im yours
[im yours, im yours, im yours]
you're the one that
i've been waiting for
im yours
baby im yours
[im yours, im yours, im yours]
you're the one that
i've been searching for
im yours

Don't walk away
don't be shy
i know how you feel
i'll be rite by ur side
cuz u know what i want
and u know that im here bcuz of you
everyday's a dream and no one else will do
cuz you're the only one i want
it's true

[chorus]

i don't want to be here without you
I don't wanna lose you again

[chorus repeat]

baby im yours

There are things I should have never opened up my mouth and said, now I Can't live it down. There are times I should have turned the other cheek and turned my head, now I can't live it dowhown. And though your shoes may never follow down the same road that I tread, at least they're on the ground, and so forgive me if a small dose of the anger I express may have knocked you from your cloud But I'm not a liar. I'm always fishin', justa fishin' for some truth to all this mess, hut It can't be found Instead of wishin', justa wishin' for all the very best, this time around And from a rooftop on some building after all your fog has lifted you may well go look around, but if what you're searchin' for is another chance at all the things we missed then you better live it down. 'Cause I'm not a liar.

see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got
the bite when I write I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm
outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then
proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin
rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin
money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew
moving
just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor
when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and
soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When
rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock
dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley
Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we
got the
tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries
lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but
the
fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City
niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and
dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so
me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few
get
roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the
host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -
they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our
team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A.
....They
supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we
play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to
bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As
money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin
while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or
corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink
your
battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for
the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids
that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they
do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn
around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be
tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave
their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for
what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the
earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't
deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we
don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the
nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I
love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still
you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away
from
Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in
Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas
like
they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke
holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of
untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme
rocker..I gets
up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin
like a
sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with
the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many
a
thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning
babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the
seldom
walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New
York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's
living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2

Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is
quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal
bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your
hero...but
yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to
shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn
your lights out HOOK