huero que tenia mucho dinero Cocaina de Colombia, Sinturon echo de cuero Le decian el mero mero con sus botas de culebra Cuerno de chivo en el dedo para protejer su yerva Trato echo
lies, ruin disease into wounds like these let the truth sting From the hub to the limit through the urban hollows out into the poles of the extreme to echo
bones I know its name You know its name Never above Never above One thousand mending moans The fire inside The silver inside The hollow inside The echo
that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason, And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with
own screams The night now embraces my soul Answering only my call Searching their souls once were sold Empire of death and cold Haunted dreams through hollow
Shattered dreams, Worthless years Here am I encased inside a hollow shell Life began, Then was done Now I stare into a cold and empty well The many
up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island playin with the big toys that make noise Echo
battle cats who chief buddha And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized with empty rhetoric, they better quit Niggas so hollow that they echo
Among the roar of war In bloody red the earth is bleeding Battle-axe hollow moan Carried by echo sounds like a storm In skies the hammer sign The gift
the echo chamber Both sides of the aisle Have us assuming That only under shadow of our flag Can you be human Scared, we crawl Distortion echoes, bouncing
Hollow self indulgence leading the way In the wake of intent that day At the faultline, at the faultline we were Searching for answers Filthy crimes,
Bats Fly Nighttime All the time Bats go fly, yeah Chorus: At my table Out my window Sounds the echo through the hollow Between you and I Where has it
haven't come to a decision Drinkin away the pain night after night, listen It's like I'm caught in the rain, that never stops and only follows me Wide hollow
(B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where
other's hearts Some people say it's over Now that we spread our wings But we know better darling The hollow ring is only last year's echo Bless you
ah, ah, ah. Some people say it's over, now that we spread our wings. But we know better, darling, the hollow ring is only last years echo, oh. Well