tired I'm dreaming the time Thoughts fly through my head Thoughts about my life Music wakes up thoughts thoughts of the summer the season I miss thoughts
Traduzione: Wizard. Pensieri.
here they come now" "Now let me hear my man... [Count Bass D] First give it up to God he the head of my life Blessed are the peace thought makers The
legendary Al Pacino Wave your weeno, even more obsceno Knock back a drink with Colonel Klink Piss in the sink Bounce your beef with Omar Sharif What a relief Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard
Everyone knows me Everyone loves me Everyone dreads me Everyone respects me Soulless, maybe a wizard Free from... I'm just another god Everyone knows
pops I'm back tomorrow at 3" Dont worry how I got that G Just worry I was right back there at 3 Started you up, and it was legit I never thought I'd fall
Useless, no salvation /Blasphemy is human nature /Unstopfull dreams of torture... Thoughts of pain, pain is wish /Inside my mind i seek for this Stupidity
A mass murderer, black magic practitioner Ap is the rap listener's crack distributor A wizard with wise words Magician with fly birds I'll saw a bitch
clean Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard
a thing. And even though I couldn't relate, I kept studyin, and listenin and stuffin my face. [Chorus] And then came High School started picking up a mic thought
census mention In the state I meant to mingle Case and passions are a bliss Special shripulation Split if the issues react Thought the boy inverted Up you, Mr. Wizard
Rhymes Than I've Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share ooh whee I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It I Gotta' Straighten My Thoughts
Than I've Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share ooh whee I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It I Gotta' Straighten My Thoughts
flatter me I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks Youse a wizard, with no
[cheering] Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer , Harlem horror We back Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay
(feat. Nature) [Intro] [Nas] *speaking in Dr. Trevis-like voice* Braveheart niggas (Jungle), IllWill niggas (Wizard) Made of steel niggas (Horse),