Texty:
America Pages

pages we consume Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom And through the ages words are born Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn In these pages

these pages we consume Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom And through the ages words are born Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn In these pages

coke heads just might try sniff I ordered the Phantom Coupe, that's smoke pipe gray And the interior was like crack white beige At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page

, cheers We lasted through years what we have to do We finally here, I got 5 showed on the Billboard Live Doin' songs with Too Short, courtesy of Jive Front page

Someone always playing corporation games Who cares they're always changing corporation names We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America

back Escape from the clone lab, fugitives spook black With finesse in you, it?s the knowledge from way back The prophet of the page don?t eat right till it all cracks Blackboy rappin? from the pages

the flavor's good There goes the neighborhood Nigga with the third album, how come he don't fall off? Rollin' with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page

dreams'll never fold up man Better hold up man, 400 years of oppression couldn't break us But it made us, leaders of the new school, so damn courageous Flippin them pages