Texty:
Crash Kings

beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever

beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever

Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though

- Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then

dreamed of. So if you feel like giving up cause you don't fit in down here, fear is crashing in, close your eyes and take my hand. We can be the kings

it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King

wild Tell them how I hope they shine Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life with you Long, long live the walls we crashed

way to be, paradise like relaxin' black Latino an' Anglo-Saxon, Armani exchange the reins Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash

gotta start sometime I say now Through the fog there is hope in the distance From cathedrals to third world missions Love will fall to the earth like a crashing