of lyrical lavishness You say I'm fabulous, they say I'm fabulous But hey, I'm just used to havin' this So remember the name Thunder, 'cause you're gonna
Traduzione: Maschio. I tuoni e fulmini Kid.
Badself! [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? Whenever I see you, my heart's like thunder I'd like to know you better
[Mr. Mixx] Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! Don't touch that stereo! Ghetto Bass [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin' you
so wise and then I rise here's an ill kid pimpin' cuz he is so slick steps from darkness, his body electric a drone buzzes the air a cracklin' tone then boomin' like thunder
pour le coeur, de desesperer en l'avenir de l'humain Dreams of easy living, for the coming years Gone are gray thoughts and thunder from human eyes
ground Winding to China To the mist of the distant shore Better be home by suppertime Back through the planet core Feel the beat of a distant thunder
wrong I took wrong well it's me at the bottom again I'm Aquaman and I'm drowning in a kiddie pool that's empty and it's surf's up as long as you notice me Thunder
! [Eminem:] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder 'Cause I ain't crazy, I say shit
And the shelf is just filled with disappointing memories Trends come and go, and your friends wanna know why you aren't just happy making crappy little gizmos Every kid
So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot With Popote, he's my cousin and a wily one Though the kid was younger, quick like thunder With the heart to
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
come with the thunder then do it once more I gotta Be real, you love me cause I'm such a gangster, hoodlum with a ten chances Ghetto kid like Jo-Jo Dancer
start at the beginning of the end, my friend i hear thunder and I can feel the wind i can see angry faces in the eyes of men and don?t forget kid?s
cause I'm rewinding on chops Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder (*
time It's my turn, seems like a perfect But is it worth it? Better be, better G Than the next wrecks, or else I get vexed No how did this adept kid turn
poison on the track, can't avoid that, rhythm we bring noise at (Bring the noise) This chapter son is Melquan's scripture Vision adrift, the mind kid
