s a time, time of illusion. many million minds in a state of confusion. a disposable future looms in the dust of history. it's a time, time of illusion
Traduzione: D.o.a. Time Of Illusion.
the blackness will call me Dark wings are fading away Then feel the restless call in the sky The face of universe has broken down forever gone It's time
ci scatta dentro solo un istinto che pero chiamiamo sentimento Come quando ti ho sentito avvicinarti a me ed il cuore forte ha cominciato a battere come
keenness and sharpness to explore the seamless dreamless nightmarish illusion Enhanced by your perception but, no conclusion Mainframe access - DENIED Password G.O.D
blow minds Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster Just like Black Caesar my depths are fresh 'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign My laid
cambiano a momenti Le ruote vanno facilmente/ Ad ogni angolo c'e un angelo che stringe un ricordo, quegli occhi sono profondi/ Questa strada porta a Nord, a
above To O.J Simpson I'm a fingerless glove For a pilot I'm a ghani with a beard and a trench coat Chilling first class steady sipping on a coke To a
Tellin mad lies, shed a tear when my baby pit died Mathematics kept me on the rise Moms and Pops fightin, beats had me writin Ready to kill without a license First time
the D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?) Which sees for insight within the C down With an (oh my gosh) and a (oh C.B.) 10-4 not Milo (follow me) Cuss,
the Mistahs Dressin like a drifter Roamin earlier in the mornin Bonin, vision gettin foggy Fuck her like a doggy Treat like a mut She's a nickel bag slut
of living a life A better time pouring rhymes like wine Till my cup run it over Temptation on my shoulder I'm growing colder then a polar bear Thinking about a
(feat. Madame Dee) [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah... yeah, many more good years to come Hard times in the ghetto Coming up as a young shorty As a young
we got build a new garden Oh, Eve, go tell Adam, we got build a new garden We got to get workin' on the building Of a decent for all o' God's children
s a job like anything else, you'd love it, all the soldiers do [Paris] I remember how it started, remember the time I was watchin Rap City bout a quarter
the hell on back from the "O" and niggas know that we rock it like that [Phesto] It's Phes-rock clockin big time doe witcha small-time hoe going down
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O'Neill] Standing alone by the edge of a river He's traded his life for a glass full of tears The bargain
knights move You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets The slaughter hold heat So many drugs, my thugs O.D. Knockin O.D.'s to give at this Wildin out
