all day Me it wouldn't surprise It's something you would do I watch you I am the ground and the dirt Walk on me Face of the earth
on me, face of the earth Face of the earth, face of the earth Face of the earth, face of the earth Face of the earth, face of the earth
Traduzione: Days of the New. Face Of The Earth.
boogies and snots Cock the hammer, pop the glock like a rookiesh cop And when bitches see me rock, their pussy gets hot Got 'em counting down the days
human ears as souvenirs A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter Tape your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facing
The shoe didn't fit in none of the sizes Pull down the shade / On your window / Go paint it a smiling face / Lose yourself in the shadows like days And everything is new
been put to the sword! The war-Chief of Queen Boudicca: Onwards to Camulodunum... wet your swords! Redden the earth with Roman blood! I remember the
with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass I said my name is big game all in her face I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth Kickin folls
t you lose your attention I move with momentum, fast-pace like my life Jump in my shoes for a second, maybe you'll taste what it's like Face to face with
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my
beyond your maneuvers shit, I'm Atoms Fam to the bone marrow fuck a soul, even God knows this body is hollow you love New York, but New York don't love
being We high so be not so obedient to society's laws and limitations Lost in this ghetto population I'm just another face that's facing all types of,
me to rot and get paid The same ways they got paid, working twenty two days Bloody money makes the world spin in new ways A cue'll never hit that, so
we should build new umbrellas because we are stuck in our own rut I say, blow away the rain clouds, for the new horizon is crystal clear Its took sometime
life ain't fair See either way, i'ma make it off this earth without a trace So if I ever see the judge, i'ma spit in the bitch face [Hook] [Craig Mack
from 50 year old secrecy rooms I got the Spielberg, the ill-berg, the real words That actually baffles and kills nerds And halts and brain falls new days
Youth) Like the dark to a dying Flame; Sweepingly embracing its grieving remains Defiantly blazing the black that awaits Counting the days 'til the new