Whoa! i will die screaming! whoa! scream my last breath in useless anguish. tear the sun from the sky. whoa! i will die screaming. whoa! die screaming
Vous entendrez parler de lui. On vous dira dans le pays Qu'il etait cela ou ceci. N'en croyez rien. On vous dira, peut-etre encore, Que la nuit, il
Un dolce silenzio nell?aria c?e Profuma di felicita. Il sole ci abbraccia che pace c?e La primavera negli occhi hai. La primavera sorride come te Con
La balalajka, la balalajka dentro alle case mutilate dalla faida. Ancora suona la balalajka, lungo i giardini tra le croci e le moschee. Il fiume va
nigga, cause God made me And that's the only war, that I gotta answer to Mr. 3-2, quit that bumping cause I'ma do you From the very first time, I hear
Action Is All That Matters, I Asked About Bones Self-Esteem, He Said He Was Soft, Said The Boys Up In Oldsville Was Breakin Him Off Can You Picture Him In A Jar
) Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I'm smokin out the jar (jar
Pussy (it seems to sastisfy us all) Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy (that's how we playa's ball) [Verse Two: ???, ???] [???] I guess these hoes didn't hear
rapper so simple and plain from Los Angeles city of the big bang theory where everyone is leery now a whole mess of MC's fear me but it's important everybody hear
is spoken tight Golden mic, I hold it tight When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar
D.O.R.] Internation-al A.D.O.R. urban guerillas, pure terrorism 100 strong beats, comin at'cha All in your area Pure microphone terrorist When they hear
and God don't carpool (This is our school) I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling
fourth disk Yelling 'Break yo'self!' I'm the actualized data commission past penny tip jar donation Been arranged, made by the farfetch from stability Took a heart
know what I'm sayin? He'd get tired of singin the words Sometimes he'd take a sip of his water outta that glass jar, set it back down And while we was
back They stripped me of my identity, my name, my religion Now I'm just a number in the system Holdin on to nothin, but my convictions and cold steel bars, waitin on Jar Jar
With fear at heart you exhale your life and down, down, down you'll stride Each impulse you've indulged failure wears your ring born a slave to wealth
of paint in a mason jar of water that turned every last ounce a crimson hue And it's the same with you, you had a minute with my heart, now you color