feel no pain Oh, I walk the line Black the sky (Black the sky) Oh, I walk the line Black the sky (Black the sky) Okay so I don't think like You do it's
Traduzione: Re X. Black The Sky.
the projects Broke with no lights on To all the G's that follow me Protect your essence Born with less but your still precious Just smile for me now [Chorus: x
And that's for every fuckin' time I drop in a 'tel And that's for every fuckin' time I'm droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and
ignoring what we saw The ground erupts the waters quickly rise When north is east and Wormwood's in the sky Haunted turning black earth is burning It's
of spears in the dusk Warmachine's raping the earth Bloodstained black banners dance with the wind Hail the warlord Who rides in the front Black armour
Like Satellites, Ohhhuh Ohhhuh... [Verse 1:] Hah, Hey. Girl, you feelin' like it's lust. I'm thinkin' that it's love and it's feelin like a rush. You
issued to me as I stood before Vyrgothia's Master Wizard has been proved no idle boast! The citadel's spells of containment breached... the Black Crown
with tools This is Razah's Rubik's Cube [Outro:] ("Malcolm X again with a pen") ("My mind is a weapon") ("Malcolm X again with a pen") ("Malcolm X again
leathers showboatin with Rugars Flash vines, Belafonte vigga Lets get for what it's worth As we confiscate your figgas Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
that nigga been spittin for a minute son They wanna get rid of him, that's why they belittle him on the mic He ain't human, that's what I keep tellin
bad news You miscounted, that's some 23's not 22's [Paul Wall] My bad, how bout we talk about the speakers cuzin My trunk's rated R, because of the
, I send the Earth miracle rain from the spiritual plane You a comedy king, had an hysterical reign So you being a king to me... that's unbearable shame
'll jus go 2 Puerto Rico Look up in tha sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, oh no wait that's a G4 It's obvious I'm on some other shit take a look How can
Wyze] Yo, it's "A Low Down Dirty Shame" How I'm "Surviving The Game" To get the "Glory" Son this ain't no "West Side Story" "Who's The Man" that started
Mixed with alcohol and weed? Hopin' Daddy didn't curse me, when he dropped the seed, See this white man's drugs, is the black man's greed, Dear Lord I
You give throwback jersey for choir robes Sunday Clothes? If you catch us in the pulpit It's in the fitted's and black Gibuard's Here's the goals Take
