joints is finished At the speed we be moving we could never be diminished [Phonte] With my energy replenished write a rhyme with puns and All my similes intended speed
Traduzione: Little Brother. Velocità.
bus And do a couple lines of speed let me cut em up White rappin drug fiendin motha fucker Suicidal thoughts fuckin with a broken brother Shes so scene oh she love me The little
Usain Bolt the fastest thing running Yeah! Akon! Weezy! Jeezy! Block oil holdin down Jersey Devine making sure we gettin it up front My little brother
Brother of a pitch" "Brother of a pitch" "Brother of a pitch" "Brother of a pitch" "Is the brother who start" "Brother of a pitch" "Is the brother who
it plays back Write a story of my life and be the soundtrack 11: 46? Central on a school night I used to sneak out the window I was little, my brother
just appreciate life [scratching] As I search for the right way to start this the beat goes on regardless so a brother might as well say something I
might of been a good day for you,but for me it'll never be right I must have been geekin' and I stole my mama's t.v. now my little brother and my nephew
like a brother And I wept when Utah died While riding up one morning And our work was almost done The cattle quickly started On a wild and maddening run The boss's little
rogue godling, your brother Zurra, has cast his virulent majesty upon the cosmos once again! Begot of the thunder... Spellbinder! [ZURRA:] Break the sidereal seal, brother
... Rains, To experience joy you got to feel a bit of pain, holmes things goin get better tell me can you stand a little bit of... Rain, I be your bridge
reachin For the oven, a symbol above em, to love them So there'll be no pull-out when I'm freakin A constant fall of ( ? ) It's many but the speed may
on my hollows spit at ya home homie [Hook] [Brotha Lynch] I'm bout to set it off like deaf Gebby gebby Shoot out ya little house on the prarie Eat
beaten, broken glass, rappin in the alley Got my hands dirty, I was hidin in a trash heap Hoppin out, knockin out cats, grabbin they ten speed Little
MySpace dot com Bold type face rhetoric You gon' clickety click and get your head split What the hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the brother
you walking on your hind legs from crawling on the floor. All awestruck, dont want ya trip up, so your daddy buys your box and shaves your head from baby locks. Time tocks, brother
of the stars. From his face. Funky little boat race. The television man is crazy. Saying we're juvenile delequent wrecks. I need TV when I got T-Rex? Oh brother
