I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of your
Traduzione: Hit The Lights. Pulse.
: I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of
niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the
hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (lights
around I'm embedded in what is known as beat Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump rapidly, heart rate
counties making you upset-set Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
me cough I want to tear my collar off I just can't sleep at night Rozetta dressed in white She's got the Devil's light Shining in her eyes Screamed
hypnotised my pulse races Look atround the room and all i see is un-familiar faces Girls dancing with glow-sticks and body glitter Searching for the one as the face hits and lights
the Mic, Yea im rappin tonite, but as soon as the light hit, Im all about the green, The hell with this white shit, that speed yup ya pulse rate, Some
I don't mind if my mind Paranoid hit the light Feel the pulse living grief Do I love or do I hate Separate In another time another world I don't know
wealth These are the days and these are the nights yours is the rhythm and the hard light breathe underwater float above the ground Direct hit rhythm
grammar or to amateurs, hit em with a cannonball And in all this confusion, the fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions Search the ruins with Automator Hit
It's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...) I'm still hearing those sirens, I'm still getting chased by those lights, Only the light
They're pretendin, while I'm extendin You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match You need more light cause
s up nigga Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga Guess what y'all? I know magic I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick Death threats
crying women Sing of death blade, and sing a song called die While The Funeral Director spill your blood like wine Reverand Tom at the altar, M-Balmer light
