Shaheed: It's a new decade The Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo The usual rhythm Q-Tip: Devoted to...the art of moving butts The rhythm's happenin, and it's movin up The Tribe has been on hold for much too long Don't fear the rhyth.. Read »
Rap Promoter
{Q-Tip} It's a fly love song To the effect of nothing, effective fronting is what I don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside if my momma is sick I'm by her be.. Read »
Running With The Light
You brought this on my head... It's calling meYou sent me to my death... I figured out whyYou can look into my lies but never...You could never turn back all the clocks to take back what you did to meGo and find your own wayHey! Don't turn aroundIs there .. Read »
Raihlah Wangi Dunia
Cinta bagai seberkas cahaya dilangitDan sinarnya kadang muncul digelapnya malamSeakan malu tuk isyaratkan sesuatuNamun ku setia menunggu demi kaishku padamuRaihlah wangi duniaBerdua disisiku selamanyaJelang hari indahKan wujudkan segala yang terpendamTiad.. Read »
Rock Rock Y'all
A Tribe Called Quest F/ Jane Doe, Mos Def, Punch, Words
[Punch] Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And we want ya'll all to know, that it's time... CHORUS (all): To rock rock ya'll Freak freak ya'll To the beat ya'll It's unique ya'll (2x) [Punch] A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pas.. Read »
Radio Flyer's Last Journey
It's cold, it's raining And connecticut is hating meThe snowflakes on gallows, in the fall serenity(yeah) [x6]Lay me down on thorns and nailssplintering the bonesLay me down on thorns and nailsThe last one to pass in his bedAgain...leave me alone...I'm so.. Read »
Rasa Cinta Ini
Aku tak pernah bisa mengganti dirimuDengan cinta yang lainSungguh hanya hatimu, hati yang ku cariYang paling ku sayangiTakkan berhenti tulus pengorbananku'tuk selalu bahagiakan dirimuRasa cinta ini takkan berakhirTakkan terhapus waktuRasa cinta ini hanya .. Read »
Rigor Mortis
Cold and alone in the vinyard he liesStained and all broken the nightingale diesLooking from your windowI can see the snowFreezing coldGrinding to a haltOn stonecold gravelFreeze aloneTurning away from the wasted hoursTurning away from the wasted years.. Read »