relic

And if by his own hand his spirit flies

Take his body as a relic to be canonized

Now

He is the mongrel, he wants it all

He lives for relics, hang on the wall

Don't you wanna ride

Start playin' old time rock and roll

Call me a relic, call me what you will

Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill

Digging around, for a chain or a bone

Searching the sand for a relic washed, up by the sea

The last refugee

Big bad and bold B-Boys of old

Well it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant

My planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets

Well, I ain't Burt Reynolds and I ain't Tom Selleck

I got bills up the pike and my car's an old relic

I get Chevrolet pay, but I've got a big smile

In this post-modernist view

Where absolutes are seen as relics

And laughed out of the room

This room's become a mausoleum

Filled with relics of regret

Paying dues to every moment

Might not get any better

You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart

Color of sulfur banished to a single arc

Could hold on for money and waste my potential

Skin rotting further, though I'm not a relic

Relate with the elderly, bones are upsetting

To anyone at all?

We are the fossils, the relics of our time

We mutilate the meanings

Then get buried like the great Mussolini

And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics

No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet

You were the first in flight

Now a modern relic

Nearly a payphone on a 1 a.m. sidewalk

Go Forth, Ad Infinitum.

Return The Relics To The Elephant.

And Atlantis Rises.

It be past six, before we reach bed

Butter freaks on relics we say, those are fat

Doodle makin' silk, LaQuan, where it's at?

God, why won't you euthanize me?

A pillar, an icon, a relic, a ruin

A demon, a whore, a girl who's stupid

Get to become

A relic

A cynic

A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone

Ruins or relics, disciples and the young

A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone

I tell stories like Maria Flor's, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth

These flocka flames pith hot as a wok at Chang's, drop the proper relics dispel it like Doctor Strange

The rumor, that runs like a puma throughout the Uma that we still believe in humor

And curses, with the help of potions, talismans

And ancient relics, from the forbidden realms

Of the dark, carnival

Rags to the riches, your best mistake

I'm the future, I'm the relic, I'm the "not there yet"

Oh, oh, oh I am... forevermore I'll be

Too late to restage the play

Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings

We're on a limbo craze

It's a relic from my limbo days

Now we're stuck inside the limbo zone

Exhibition is of the essence, it's what we come here for

Put the relics of your lost love on display

And lock the door

I'm ripping the stitches, you've been bandaging up

I'm digging the ditches for relics of your love

Love hears when I lie, love puts the blue back in my eye

You are, you are, you are

I am a relic from the past, praise to Caesar

These days are all I've got, and that ain't much

Now what the hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us

I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did the Zealots

I saw an Iron Curtain called hip hop

Young boys look at me strange

As if I am a relic

From some long forgotten game

Set the severed fruits awake

Burning like frozen relics

In God's archaic graveland

River in flames, cities on fire

Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire

♪

How dare you go about living

As a relic from a dream

As the sky shutters down

Lonely resting pools

Relics of the moon-dogged lake

♪

Makin' way for the future

They don't want no relics around

And it makes me think

He was drawn into the shaman's sacred place

Where the relic calls his name

Just a minion in its game

Start playing old time rock 'n' roll

Call me a relic, call me what you will

Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill

Scored to sky yet never found

Relics of jewels

And ant-track tools

Wiping away the lines carved in your face

Take the relic from this place

Carry on, into the horizon

Under my eyes are painted skies

Down at the bone yard, they're diggin' up the relics

Handfuls of parasites thrown into machines

No surprise

I'm half cupid, half relic (Cha cha)

He who treads the path of the beast is also he who sins are repentable

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue

My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal relics

What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty

In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky.

The relics of myths that exploded and died!

Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise.

It looks a lot like the one used by Jimmy Page

Its like a relic from a different age

Could be ...Oo-ee

On the palette of the almighty to paint the second fraction

I'm collapsed under the relic rainbow with seven separate

Succulent aqua marines hide the imbibed sweetest elixir

Past the still sky trees and fields

To the place the great relics have kissed you know

It kinda touched me for a day

Have me running through the hall

It's on, like you being chased by the relic

Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any project

Now, I'm a skeleton boy

A relic from a former love

Oh, I'm a skeleton boy

To acknowledge the fact you're surrounded by

These relics of a life that no longer exists

Your name still appears on the waiting lists

With a fistful of heart

And a relical future

Oopa

At the end of the river, the sundown beams

All the relics of a life long lived

Here, weary traveller, rest your wand

And it all promised so, so much

I am a relic

I am just a petrified cry

Holds man traveler

Ancient relic

Reveals secrets

What makes you settle so convinced?

A relic that leaves no room for peace?

So fragile it has always been

Anthem of creation, power of a god

Relic of the ancient, rise until we fall

Freedom we've been chasing, hope they got it wrong

Try to be because they think it's fly to be a menace

So what a relic way to end this

Got rolled up when he was strolling on a Sunday up in Venice

Shinin' like memories inside those silver buttons

This shirt is a grand, old relic

With a grand old history

You hold the lies you sold yourself

Still you clutch an ancient relic a holy fragment of the truth

There's a burning need for the wealth

It was behind the scenes

There was a relic they called the purple hair

♪

Now's the best time to be sort of healthy and alive

Now I can find the relics of times so fine

I will peer down, down, down, down through the ground

Novel stroke of design

Or relics from this mine

Casually choke

Free the music, unleash the vibe

Of a psychedelic relic from the trailer park tribe

With a 12-pack of audio beer

Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers, or walking along a creek bed

Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk, an axe, or even an arrowhead

Left by a race of long since vanished Indians

Sling him a lush, he's a miller to go

Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic

Button your clawber, you're a holy show

Decays and softens, battle scarred

A relic deaf to pips and streams

In polo necks, imperfect genes

I laid all the contents of your wallet on the floor

And like a holy relic

Or a mystery novel

Then I'll wade down

I'm weighed down with family photographs and relics I've found in a back room

I'll be back soon

For some of us still life moves on

Our love is just a relic of the past

You'd never recognise the old town now

♪

The courtside seat will fill up many relic boys

Was I really there? but when I'm there they call me really go

The acrid smell of burning branches

The relics all in ruin

Broken blades atop the altar