How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore Go on and on Grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother Be seated at the right hand of the father Washington hires Hamilton right on sight But Hamilton still wants to

I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love I want a a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely

Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Bust anotha bottle of moe Gal dem inna me sight and I gots to know Which one is gonna catch my flow Cause I'm inna di vibes and I got my dough! Bust anotha bottle of moe Gal dem lookin hype and I gots to know Gal

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

When the only thing you want is The only thing that you can't have When the part that you can't take is Knowing you can't take it back She's on the good side, goodbye On the right sight of free And you're on the wrong end of a long night On the left side

A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into The welcome sight of you coming my way I stop just across from your door But you're never home any more So back to my room and there in the gloom I cry tears

The way I see things is so simple Exhausted is the realm of nature, friends are dying The living creatures on our side The way I see myself, so confused, so sophisticated But I still don't get the point, what's worth destroying all the worlds Tossed in

You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath Bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck Fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air But I ain't scared for my life

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the