brings me pain It's not as hard to bend in the end So let's do it again, do it again, do it again And this feels so new... These 4 walls are blistering
Traduzione: Black Light Burns. 4 Walls.
(feat. Black Attack) "Big Black, high tech shit like radar systems" Yeah, uh, what what "Big Black, high tech shit like radar systems" Uh, uh uh uh,
learn the secret of the Grym The fire that burns in my bosom like Jeremiah Sparks through the dark for those who enquire: [CHORUS: All] Mommie, what's a Gravedigga? [x4
em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light
jesus It's thatt-and it's evil-but the other good-it's 4 my people I'm a ride till they burn my insydes witta desert eagle [Verse 3: Kurupt] Oh-no this
or female Who follow footsteps and correct [Verse 4:] I'm a Shining Star, beam of light from out far Hits like these would burn holes through our resevoir
iron wall Smash it up, burn it down, it fades out Sideshow you play, sideways in electric phase Turn my black, knife attack, there's no doubt Burn black
light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em
respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war
or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights
up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em
veins as i rush and slowly bleed this whore Its pure desire and it burns at me like fire Mercades and a murder spree is what it takes to get me higher [Chorus 4
rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams While mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust Scratched on foreheads of walls
black and white I try to scream but no sound escapes, migraines I shapeshift, I exist, she doesn't remain Her name's etched in the walls of my nightmares
4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, Black Tims, Lacross polo, Black peekhole, long nose 4-4. Ya never
missed you, Missed the fairy-tale adventures In this ever-spinning playground, We were young together. I'm coming out of make-up The lights already burning
