Testi:
Fear Before Bad Days

On the bad days We remember all of the wrong fears All the open ears We think we live forever And then we find out we're dead All that you gave is now

Figureheads come cheap these days No one listens to what they say In their faces I see the fear A crucial moment drawing near You pay the price--take bad

and raise it up Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales

lyrics Talkin about backin, now what's happenin, clappin at them The way them niggas blow, they need to go double platinum But nobody like the bad guys, or bad guides or the bad

But maybe I'll wait 'Til the world turns to meet Its plutonium fate The days will be long here The years will be more Let's go to Pluto Like we did before

picture see the beauty in the beast of The mad man, Mr. bad man is here Cause a nigga like me smells wreck in the air Test they fear shit that I be doing

' your jaw pimp slappin' I been baggin' the bad broads, I been mackin' I been packin' the mack 10s, I been clappin' before the twins crashed in Manhattan, I bin laden so quit the actin' before

the air They reappear every year Sounds of laughter, cries, tears, and fears, even Standing at the top of this sphere, I will still say, after All these years, after all of these days

laws of cipher when I ignite rhymes Your days are numbers, I stunt ya growth flip you into lumber Jane Bond the double 0 deadly with the magic number 7 like the days