Traduzione: Il piombo in oro. Clientela.
pressures on... Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't fuck with trick ass niggas cause they turn into bitch ass
temps, uh met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston, said her profession was stackin major paper roll, first at times it seems, gold
in hands as the gold falls into the abyss so will the red and I will crawl beneath the soil to understand my gift to you just make sure to follow my lead
I say you feel, like hot lead from blue steel Niggas lose strategy, your majesty, the warrior's tragedy Lyrical casualties [Chorus x2] [Tommy Whispers:] Turn any spot into
y'all niggaz out there in this rap shit Claimin' y'all rappers Y'all niggaz ain't no fuckin' MC's KnowwhatI'msayin', son? Cuz once you step into the
his lady that was known as Simone Went out of the night which was dark and cold into the smoke-filled dimly lit room Stumbled into thug who-a smelled
cable pirate yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home lead a blue screen, bruised
Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. Anti up, stupid. May delusion feed 'em foofi candy and pry the gold out of his when lamping. Pocket all you can now. Block will lead
and don'ts into they won't diss and now my mission gets, a little bigger I'm lookin for a freak with soul that's not a gold digger Yup, I want some-bo
away, Into a night of mist. Preachers of the fallen temple, Struggling on to raise the crucifix. Disciples worship icons in their church of gold, While
let me be your ocean love umm la la umm la la a million dazzling sight a trip of magic light lead you through a green gold haze into the cave the silver
we sail alone -Far from the rule of modern throne Into the west on ships of gold -Carried by winds far from our homes The evening star will lead us onward
Epistle One - The Fall Of Man] Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, As the wings of the trees The long years have passed Into
Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, as the wings of the trees The long years have passed into the west Beneath the blue vaults
quotes Cant get past my manmade moat Of circular rhymes In the circus you'll climb As a mental freak Not meant to seep Into the fabrics of my soul Fragments
sick of preachers telling to be plain while you got it nice in here. They'd better feel ashamed. [Johann Adam von Bicken] Oh, ways of gold lead is into
For want of an angel / For all the lead that you thought you turned gold / There is something that you still want to know / Il Penseroso led you astray