(Chris Squire)
Contained in everything I do
There's a love, I feel for you
Proclaimed in everything I write
You're the light
Burning, brightly
Onward through the night
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life
Displayed in all the things I see
There's a love you show to me
Portrayed in all the things you say
You're the day
Leading the way
Onward through the night
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life
Onward through the night
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life[King Tee] King Tee's drunk again...Yo, check this out: awww shit, aw shit, I
wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that-that-that-
that-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin'...perpetratin'... perpin'
tratin'. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What is
this?)
Some cool shit for the King's anthology,
and when I'm done, don't expect no apology.
Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em.
I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California.
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass,
I went to high school, but I flunked every class.
So what makes you think I give a fuck about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
you won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.
Cuz ya'll be poppin' some shit that's unheard of.
For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son.
When I be crushin' your hood with a passion,
and I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson.
When I come you better run for ammo,
or get played like a fuckin' piano...
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench Mob (what's up, nigger?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now,
man what's up? Yo, yo...
[Ice Cube]
Do-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, mothafucker.
I kick shit with the King, mothafucker.
Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,
and if you run up, I'll sock your ass.
And watch that eye get swollen,
cuz I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven.
So bust a cap or swing and die.
Fuck Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I.
Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine,
so One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme.
But I bust one more for the suckers,
last year I was Ruthless, now I'm Lenchin' mothafuckers.
And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews.
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh.
Now every nigga that crossed me's soprano,
cuz