so calm and once so pure, undisturbed Standing for so long the color turns Their work is so hard, their work is so hard We never felt the sticky thread
lets get cannid act like your janet jack and mash in the sack or pretend your Nikki Nova while i film and flip it over get me closer to sticky soaking
Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider Boris the spider
speak words true and sane have chanted sermons on perdition. Chorus: Cross the bridge that spans forver - living thread of evermore. Without beginning - ending never, living thread
unveiled to the world - my flesh on view. These things stand in our way - the cold of the earth, the state of our minds. And the camouflage. The sticky threads
(Nigga you flow too fast) Understand me Society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked Call up your family but they dyin Split up the sticky-sticky
ll be a fly on the wall, a wrecking ball, your wake up call on a sleepless night I'll be your cigarrete-smoke, your junkie's dope, you'll be hanging by a thread
Pye Studios, London in October 1966] Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread
Nigga you flow too fast) Understand me Society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked Call up your family but they dyin Split up the sticky-sticky
true and sane Have chanted sermons on perdition. [Chorus:] Cross the bridge that spans forever Living thread of evermore. Without begining ending never, Living thread
don't shine I'll be a fly on the wall, your wreckingball, your wakeup call on a sleepless night I'll be your cigarettsmoke, your junkies dope, you'll be hanging by a thread
Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider Boris the spider Now
floors Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine so y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine [Tash] And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme
One... two.. one... two... three... four... Tonight give me something I can use. We're driving ourselves mad soaking the same ol' blues. Go into the store
prime What I do they gon' do like bin laden is high When I come through you know it's going down bitch sly We rollin' up that sticky icky Feel like my
're not alone [x4] [Verse 1: Nas] Confucius, Confucius Sigmund Freud And Fard Muhammad Is it evolution or God? Searching for the truth is a threat Seems
get in-tune Like a bitch, guaranteed I get a room Make room for mister, Mister Go Illa East side Godzilla No one illa Girl put 'em in three, just like
