Traduzione: Flash And The Pan. Gioco libero.
Traduzione: Flash And The Pan. Narcotici sociale.
own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the
nails When packing a jam, harrassing the fans for not clapping their hands Cuz you ain't dope you just a flash in the pan Like coke to a crack dealer
ain't alike A K-Swiss kick thug just ain't a Nike The name's Esoteric, I possess true skill You a flash in the pan like D-Wade on Blue Hill Ave It ain
summer's night and I remember it well A city boy thought he had a story to tell He had a turbo charged flash in the pan He walked up to Joey and said
hear on the ave Where starers be at They sit back and "mack" just to stare at your back I wanna help but it's in the blood stream of the culture And some
you deceive, you're just a flash in the pan Evil, to take you for a ride, then try to damage all you've got Pure scum and headed for a fall, karma will
man? When you see the bimma coming, hear the hummer humming and the base line boming It's a yard man thing The girls looking stunning and ganja pipe bunning, bwoy diss and
full belly still suckin on the parsley Star sleeps between the hard sheets You only parked on the street to hear the cars beep Pan left, pan right, damn
kind and spoken poets And most hold it between their molar and incisor And I thrust my head in disgust But some use their heads and discuss These rhymers, and
the sexy sexy pretty woman live of a Michael Livingston Sterling me spearing pee a fi mi right hand Now listen this here one phenomenon one, two, three and
father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin
and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and.. wheela! Nuff man dem come again my selectin on and
man To sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And
and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' with But I did it for you and
gi you none Tell him fi go join di raisin inna bun Gyal wine and tick bruck wild and flick, wine fast an slow like when oil a drip Flash you finga like
See the Soul Singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul
