perception of shapes or forms No concrete memory... no here and there Only a knowledge of my being's all I have There ain't nothing, no one, nowhere Alone... alone Time must end
Traduzione: Distruzione. Tempo deve finire.
chaos, not as force but as state A state of a consuming and conceiving mass Pouring time into the endless hole of eternity Letting forever be endless and the end
play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, ride rhymes in your spare time
time can mend, time will destroy Indecipherable words carved by hands dissimilar to mine But the calling was made and it's purpose will serve The end
It's the end of the chain (Destruction of the feelings) It's the end of our game (We're seeing as before) It's the end of man's evolution (The end of
end, I say progress, is a synonym of time, we are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine, and progress, is a debt we all must pay, it's convenience
s Hold Sanitarium, yet I have circumvented their insidious plot to put an end to my vaunted research. Damn their traitorous eyes! I must confer with Blackthorne
is a look-alike gun But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy What I call
of a madman No children to tell them For what they'll not see in the light Choose by your voice He kills and destroys At the end you must die for the
But cannot tell I can never see you changing But you look to me Time will never heal your wounds But you're immortal Hall of the King a vision of the end
words of a madman No children to tell them For what they will not see the light Choose by your voice He kills and destroys At the end you must die for
your words will sound like mine Does my perfection make you weary Are my mistake just a waste of time Am I just a waste of time The path I follow has
his body got him, Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end They set in, then
up in his body. Got him! Run with' smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun. Hit the bend. Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on the dead end. They
time you took (time that you took, heeeeey!) To listen to our funky groove We are soldiers now (we are soldiers) We want to thank you (yeah) For the time