destroy the world without a thought destroy our lives with your bug bombs in our food and in our blood chemical death to the corporate slut pollute
liberte C?est un peu ca mon vieux, la mer me rend heureux Ce trois-mats au bord du suicide, amarre par quelques vieux boutes Qui n?en peuvent plus d?
That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's sometimes I say things I myself can't believe My lyrical is
?s such a melancholy blue As he erased a page of history Much as he?d intended to He wouldn?t speak or show you he was happy Though you?d meet him with
check check) the honest to god truth, Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth. I can't fuck with em in Iraq. (why?) My home boy died
my own soul Die! Let my life return Die! I'd do anything to see you burn!! If I decide, it's suicide inside of me How will I know you won't follow me
at the world through a crack But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me Auschwitz gas
soit respecte, Que ton regne revienne, que tes enfants puissent t?aimer Donne-nous aujourd?hui, la force d?y croire, Pardonne-nous notre rage, qu?on se nourrisse d
it there [F.D.] It's a great day for undataking [R.T.] Jim, back the truck up [F.D.] I'm backin it up a little further [R.T.] Hurry up, back the truck
wasn't what he meant And by the time he had that gun in his mouth There was no left left around him To give back the things he'd spent All those hours
sape, pas de la sav? ou 110 packs d? asphalte. A capela , la je plane?J? te contacte sans bipeur, ma gueule, mange 10 claques , batard. Au large , t?
melodical employer I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive So don't
can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Verse Three
temple with the intent to kill And end your existance, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D Verse Four: Redman I bees the ultimate rush to any
be pissin in your pants If you die, you'll be chillin in a casket wearin a tuxedo Labels fuck you, but they can't fuck me though Stricly m.d., this Ill
Les menotes,les notes,la machine a taper, Ton nom, prenom, naissance, nationalite. Poches videes, ensuite lacets, ceinture enlevee. Feux d'artifice,
t no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the