All you listeners take it from me your wicked voices bring out the murder in me so kiss me softly so i can say anything to quiet the killer in me
media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me [Chorus: 2Pac] [synth voice] Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby [synth voice
inside There's a voice, a warning sign To stay alive You sacrifice The things you've put a side This is who I am This is what I feel Every time I dream
au meme rythme que le F.N et la F.M joue du RAP pour les cailles en BM Pousse le son collegue ici Mezgo un son de plus pour le bled et le comito(wech
You're leaving this simple life in which you lived a step behind yourself Besides the living shadows a destiny you cannot escape A strange voice surrounds
time Where I like to taste you as you bleed (from time to time) I do this from time to time Where I can never wake from a bad dream (from time to
bleed is it really happening or is it just a dream I look in the mirror his eyes stare right back he is always watching this room turns to black we are the voices
lies again Walking on wind as I recall the last time I don't mind you asking question For all and more, it's yours to know In my dream I bleed for you
voices So he made people bleed He had to kill 13 Stopping earthquakes Was his dream by 1972 Herb became a normal dude But he kept hearing voices He was
(feat. Vinnie Paz) I isolate a regime that works twice the pace of your team These Jedi mind tricks are no dream Kill code receive you do not need
I see the arms of emptiness, surrounds me When colours of this world began to bleed I hear how the voice is telling me, demanding When the sounds of
If you ain't on a team, you ain't on a team. We gon' be supreme, you can do your thing at the limousine If you on a team, roll on with the dream- Tryin
the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me [Chorus: 2Pac] [synth voice] Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby [synth voice
[Talking: deep voice] Welcome to the concentration camp Maxminelli [voices in the background] J-von C-loc, Young Bleed, Leetyme [Maxminelli] Na na,
is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
down the trees and tear up the earth, don't they know how much she is worth, your materialist dream, well it ain't worth a lot, when the earth is a dream
what I was just thinking Maybe if I keep drinking The voice will quit and I can escape from this demon deakin My lifes a living hell Only the voice
