Wing' this time I will take my time this time I'm gonna make a rhyme this time I will make a rhyme this time I'm gonna take my time this time
Traduzione: A Rhyme This Time. Macchina della verità.
Traduzione: A Rhyme This Time. Tacco.
Traduzione: A Rhyme This Time. Beware Of Us.
Traduzione: Jarreau, Al. A Rhyme This Time.
make us whole again I can't stop until I get home You'll be the reason and I'll be the rhyme My inspiration like no one else You are the body that breathes this
by ducks You wanna light my mic, hold up, you're outta luck and time, chant this rhyme as I tell ya Front on the mic tonight and I'll sell ya a wolf ticket
the times when we had to grind When it came to freestylin we was glad to rhyme When it was hard to make a dime, let alone get a dollar Had to get your
: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power
on blades I gotta stay for real, diamonds in my grill I'm a big baller, with my mind on a mill, mill [Hook x2] [AP] Put a horse on my chest, screens
legs Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go down This my time when I clown that yo click out in one rhyme [Chorus x2] [H.A.W.K] I'm a outlaw (outlaw
'm a Southside Playa, Screwed Up Click mayn With a sick spit game, cause a nigga spit caine mayn I spit flames, like a human with a dragon head S.U.C.
Iceberg Since it's all about the End, I have the urge to splurge It's lunch time, you on the bench at crunch time And one rhyme, can hit you on the punch
nothing at all. i don't know a thing i'm feeling so small. but i'm still waiting. i'm still waiting. i'm still waiting all this time. maybe tomorrow
nightfall with the rain, I heard you making patterns rhyme, Like some new romantic looking for the TV sound, You'll see I'm right some other time Look
to go home, And a chance to dry my feet No-one gets a second chance, No-one knows the reason to the rhyme, It might not make a difference, No-one knows
shit Hard to be, when I release these rhymes out of me I am so ridiculous, I got to compose this I am sorta a reporter strapped to a little recorder The warder having a
I put a pen to the paper, This time as visual as possible, Guns blast at the hospital, The walls are white washed with tin rooftops, To show love you
