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Fumi Tical, poi ti calmi. Stampa ink-jet, in getti d?inchiostri i palmi. Calmi! Decimo i decibel colmi, memorie che perdi, lacune che colmi. Di chi ti

Out to get the cookies and ransack Nabisco Rhymin gets me goin, panic at the disco I get applause without the metaphors That these other cats use as a crutch I'm very bored Good lord

case, for dope and base Jake rushed his moms lab, he got bagged in Ocean Lake [Chorus: Tommy Whispers] [Chorus: Trife Da God] [Kryme Life] Oh lord

shit I used to tell my walkie lord Itchy all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me [Chorus: Beanie Siegal] To my man L'il Neal stay

talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate, until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other

treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up Word to life, word is bond, word to God I'm like the bean he's like a bean I guess the stage is like a pod,

Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family I guess I learned to take it for most of the year But every December when Christmas drew near And all the other

kid I knew A pudgy girl back in school She had greasy hair and geeky glasses Object of ridicule The other day in the check out line They were ringin' up my rice and beans

any child is time Look, we don't have all the answers We're victims also to the same situations But man plans and the Lord plans And the Lord is the