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Traduzione: De La Soul. L'alba porta Fumo.
the Hyperborean monarch, but the benighted blade of the King was swifter, and with a flash of noisome green light and smoke, the Arch-Wraith's head rolled
gauds Carry grym reaper in millimeter form, you spill a liter for him Born to take any soul, relentless henny flow, chops heads like guillotines Smoke
closest enemy) there ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) and drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke
shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke
-he will Come.-He will bring out Ressurection-cloaked in darkness- He has won. Smoke of my sacrifice.- Journey to the Isle of the Blessed.- Grant my soul
Master - he will come He will bring our resurrection Cloaked in darkness - he has won Smoke of my sacrifice Journey to the Isle of the Blessed Grant my soul
night to save my soul from Satan because I know the devil's living in my inner Show my muscles like a python Got a break when I changed (huh) smoke remains
murder or things of that nature Ya self claim legends, mob impersonator Nigga this, nigga that, I figure that's your limit Smoke weed, bust a gat, heart and soul
Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames
Fall fires burn 'neath black, twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames
to do is just master me All I want to do is smoke a blaster beat But something keeps talking to me consciously Responsibly it keeps haunting me From dusk till dawn
't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring
