Chiale Pas. Il dit juste paix a son ame Il a la tete sur les epaules et les epaules assez larges Vendre des zedou a 17 ans il a passe l'age Souleymane
be blessed [Chorus x2] [Frukwan] Yo, check it.. Time travels, studyin' the wars of my rival European life, wanna strip me for my title Day one, I earned my wage, stole my age
for the worse) Mercy mercy me Things ain't what they used to be They rearrange Time is runnin out black man (They took it to a higher plane, but G.P.
waste your breath, just face your death I kill off crews with no clues or traces left All you find left behind is a death sign And 12 dead niggaz hit
12 dead niggaz hit up from the Tec-9 My brain is diseased with tendencies of homicide Last punk who tried to bring the drama, his mama died I got a plan
[Verse 1: Reason] Her American Express card says Gothika Wears some black lipstick on certain occasions Take first place in a pageant like Jean Benet Be found in the basement dead
All your gods new and old are dead flying over our heads on a fraying thread your golden age is through soon we?ll all be on the same plane as you been
standing, you must think I'm dead Load up your bullet, shoot me throught the head you ask from where you standing, you must think I'm dead [Cham] It'
record business is just as crooked as any politics Thats why you hear a lot of rap niggaz talking that nonsense Its the grand plan to keep our people
can hear me I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines Why do we die at an early age? Nigga so
you the fucking impression that I care I could thrive here, but I choose to die On a fucking steady diet of booze and lie Yeah It's the age of the sacred
[feat. J.R.] Age 16, young and bad I ain't had no curfew With dudes older than me couldn't see being in church dude Instead, I'm in the street with
but not quite Tryin to get paid, bustin to make it to the light My life is full of crackheads Niggaz dat blade, niggaz dat dead, some of'em players Some
be used sooner or later But already cursed inside the womb How can I forgive the man Who?d devise a plan Meant to kill his own blood Sending boys my age
crawl All heads must bow before the blade falls Still stuck on the same page Confused in the computer age Our lives lost and empty Born into a dead century Plan
the past data They act like hip hop history doesn't matter So when you see Krs One brace the stage the difference that you see, has to do wit my age Fresh
stand, you can sleep on the plane or review what you said. When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks you think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead