(feat. Raekwon, RZA) [Chorus: Superb] If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams shit ain
[Intro: Chip Banks (Lord Superb)] This is goin' out (Yeah its goin' out right here) All my Cover Girls, what up? (Yeah, 5'2") Cover Girl (Baby right
[Rhyme Recca] You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out I don't play games, I put a torpedo in your scout You never sold shit, never
Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries
I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction 'cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no When I'm drivin' in
As I walk to the Gates of Eternity I see the Spirits who dance for me A thousand whispers of endless Pain A Dream of Sorrow of blackend Souls A soft
My eyes and ears now focus on the change If friendship sanf a song my voice would strain Every note's in vain, every note In this spiteful harmony No
you fucking fag you have a mustache you hang around with men and stare at thier ass [chorus:] you're the gayest guy i've ever seen,you play on a softball
Mental fixation in a cyber dream Daily addiction to the computer screen Log in, sign in, tune your world out Boot up, download, surfing about Visual
This was all an act A poor example of deception Now I'm falling backwards Off this bridge you built The clocks are all telling us it's our time (It'
What can I say I've got no room to complain Every mistake I made was out ok But you're asking me questions, making suggestions Telling me how to do what
AYREON DESCRIBES A DISTANT FUTURE IN WHICH TECHNOLOGY TRIUMPHS OVER PASSION, AND 'SERVING' COMPUTERS WILL GRADYALLY GAIN CONTROL OVER MANKIND. [AYREON
Lost in a world created by Man I can't recall how it all began Tell me who am I? Fictional stars in lost Galaxies Synthetic dreams and false Memories
Hey hey questa va ai miei fra che vivono stock che ascoltano il rock perche non conoscono l' hip hop questa va alle vite la fuori gli amori e le passioni
Brian Wilson/Carl Wilson/Dennis Wilson/ Al Jardine/Mike Love We look like we know what we're doing When they ask us to play Only takes two or three
Waiting for the revolution New clear vision - genocide Computerize god - it's the new religion Program the brain - not the heartbeat Onward all you
Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead, for we are the children of faith in dead gods. Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the