your lips Cause it's all the rage with all the kids back home While we wrap our blood around our wrists Decorate the walls with our fists Live life like it's hit
lips, 'cause it's all the rage with all the kids back home While we wrap barbed wire around our wrists And decorate the walls with our fists Live life like its hit
Traduzione: Hit The Lights. E 'All The Rage.
lips Cause it's all the rage with all the kids back home While we wrap our blood around our wrists Decorate the walls with our fists Live life like it's hit
[Intro/Bridge:] It's your boy B-scientific Here to talk evolution with you He who began a good work within you will complete it till the day of Christ
global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local Block, if you need me (yeah?) I had to bounce to DC (yeah?) To bullet-proof mom's flower garden
just end it It's you I can't ignore This aggravation's got me stuck And nothing seems to be alright My imposition's just bad luck Explosive feelings rage
here?s our MODERN SPECTRES I don?t trust a penny in the world today, this tunnel without light It?s going down the drain, that?s how it appears to me
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war Verse Four: Mase All out, what what
Aint got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya
i rush and slowly bleed this whore Its pure desire and it burns at me like fire Mercades and a murder spree is what it takes to get me higher Chorus (4x's
killin', it was self defence Had to rinse niggas off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs Yellin' like a psycho when I pulled it It was
a fool. Excalibur Destroying M.C.?s with my Vocal algebra. We got something new for you. For you to take your ass and move it to. Hit to lose it to It?s
fucking with your eyes Got you blind to the fact that it's us against all, back to the wall Violent lessons jumping off unless you all to the raw It's
"Attention all personnel The time has come! Attention all personnel Attention all personnel" "The world's famous The world's famous Cypress, Cypress
your life away, so light your haze Hold tight grenede's so when it blows I'm slightly grazed Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage The next
rest of the pack But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the stage With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage Stop, look up, and