thousand more My life seems worthless, just like footprints on the shore Living on the outside, the emptiness I feel Living on the outside, ruled by the hunger
more My life seems worthless, just like footprints on the shore Living on the outside, the emptiness I feel Living on the outside, ruled by the hunger
Traduzione: Fiammata. The Hunger.
be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum
they borrowed the New York sound They're breaking new ground." No, I don't want fancy chains These old reins were driving just fine I was born in a basement blaze
rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..." His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every
our will, Nobles and plebs were all dead or ill, Our wall was transformed into a trap And the barbarians were invading our burg With Blaze, Pillaging
Armoured invader Superior machine Crushing its oponents Battlefield screams A blaze in the sky Roar of thunder Flames of hunger Devour the spirit of
home What they did to Boo was wrong (Ooh wrong, ooh wrong...) We choose the way you gonna go into the coffin man when it comes to Judgement Day Flame and blaze
ass once again Had to do it, bitch niggaz in the town Ya know what I'm sayin' I'ma tell 'em what I know Know what I know [Brotha Lynch Hung] Word on
slippers Mommy is senseless Get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes Pour favor Harlem mamma poor We fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung
God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword Let they blood pour all on the floor If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Bloodthirst reflects my freezing hunger Shadows are born in a twilight fire Tyrants lusting at the castle The final
a foil that was us, Phatmosphere, had his man out west, we'd hit the bus, quick session, then the bakery, pies and doughnuts, blaze the other half tinny
9" & Kid Vicous) [Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking (Classified) "Scratched Samples"] ["Royce 5'9""] The M.I.C. baby ["Classified"] It's called Unexplainable Hunger
(feat. Dona) [Cormega] I'm filled with optimism as I write a composition that might ease the hunger pains that'll keep me out of prison some claim they
blunt There they go in a pack, slobs tryin to big back We put them triggers on them slob niggas fuck that This ass be sacked to the muthafuccin G Blaze
