โหลดเพลง mp3 For Heaven's Sake 2000 (Album Version) - Ozzy Osbourne

For Heaven's Sake 2000 - Ozzy Osbourne
You think I'm kinda crazy, but I gotta few regrets

Livin like a king, with a pocket full of grits

We come from different worlds, don't you ever forget

I'm just a poor little white boy, showin my respect
Like willie mays
My eyes purple haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
Non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow i, but choke, with they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the richter
Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of medusa
Top ten, parley like cochran, it's often
Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you soft like roberta flack
Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks

You think I'm kinda crazy, but I gotta few regrets

Livin like a king, with a pocket full of grits

We come from different worlds, don't you ever forget

I'm just a poor little white boy, showin my respect

Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
Overwhelmin the populace from the entry
The wu-tang dynasty, has emerged
From this elite fleet
I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
Seeds of mc's at these fake ass industry niggaz
Feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray
An array of shots that travel downwind
Just respect pyrhiffic pen
As I send, the minds of the weak
To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land
As we stand, expanding our cream
A dollar to every grain of sand
Let the mind use the physical as planned

You think I'm kinda crazy, but I gotta few regrets

Livin like a king, with a pocket full of grits

We come from different worlds, don't you ever forget

I'm just a poor little white boy, showin my respect

Beirut
Try to comprehend check out my new suit
Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction
Dissapear from here, my year, drop the stupid lp's everywhere
Fallin out the sky tall sniper
Raps by cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, rza and true collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled
Cats that made that watergate thing go spoiled
The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with cyrus
Wu pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes
Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers
Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers
Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven
Slang reverand, put the best work in

Oh, baby

Oh, baby