Beautiful Her shadow is poetic No photoshop or editor Mama needs some credit Her mind Conversation is engaging When I say that is my baby, hey Say I must be crazy Many tried, she chose I Guilty by association and I am fly She glides by my side Guilty by association and I am flying Baby girl You gave your cool You gave me your swag The day I had you in the bag Bazatipalanisa Elo iyi nichikwati so nim mpaki nfa So Mr officer, I am guilty of copping her Hope you feel me? I testify I can't deny your boy is Many tried (many tried), she chose I Guilty by association and I am fly She glides (she glides) by my side Guilty by association and I am flying A round of applause You fell and you stayed in love You bring out the best in me A product of destiny Many tried, she chose I Guilty by association and I am fly She glides (she glides) by side Guilty by association and I am flying I am flying I am flying Guilty by association I am flying

So far gone that we can't find our way Kingdom come and now there's hell to pay Soldiers swore to save us Smoking gun don't fail me now Don't fail me now Sign the dotted line, don't think about it Guilty by design, no use, don't fight it Fame is all a fantasy Pain is cold reality I hate all that's surrounding me This time I can't deny I need a remedy Medicated, we are sold the life Stand your ground and don't be hypnotized Have we been forsaken? Constant con by suicide It's suicide Sign the dotted line, don't think about it Guilty by design, no use, don't fight it Fame is all a fantasy Pain is cold reality I hate all that's surrounding me This time I can't deny I need a remedy No time to look back now Cause we are in it too deep This drug ain't pulling us down We're fallin' back to sleep Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Fame is all a fantasy Pain is cold reality I hate all that's surrounding me This time I can't deny I need a remedy

Ev'rytime you kiss me I'm still not certain that you love me Ev'ry time you hold me I'm still not certain that you care Though you keep on saying You really, really, really love me Do you speak the same words To someone else when I'm not there Suspicion - torments my heart Suspicion - keeps us apart Suspicion - why torture me Ev'rytime you call me And tell me we should meet tomorrow I can't help but think that You're meeting someone else tonight Why should our romance just Keep on causing me such sorrow? Why am I so doubtful Whenever you're out of sight? Suspicion - torments my heart Suspicion - keeps us apart Suspicion - why torture me Darling, if you love me I beg you wait a little longer Wait until I drive all These foolish fears out of my mind Why can our romance just Keep on causing me such sorrow? Maybe I'm suspicious 'Cause true love is so hard to find Suspicion - torments my heart Suspicion - keeps us apart Suspicion - why torture me

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)