Testi:
Mad Pilot

one You are the one Serves me warm russian tea Carves our love carves our love into a tree You are the one You are the one Mad pilot fly Into the mire Mad

[Rah:] Hey hip hop I see what you doing 4thirty ain't mad at you neither Let's do this [Hook: Rah] Look at my wrist Look at my kicks Look at my neck

gusto ad incastrare per te, ma se vuoi il consiglio di un mc tieni le mani alzate in aria, falle ondeggiare cosi mad props, per quelli che non perdono

sixty-six years imprisonment for bitin off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin on mad niggaz

get in your fighter pilot and drop those bombs off make your plans work untill the mad dog is quiet beat resistance, break defences Mister P. wants

blow my house down Head underground, to the next town They get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad Yes I'm the pirate, pilot

t own a stylus I was on the violet When I'm on the pilot Like a DVD, when I feed the streets My songs is burnin like Eazy-E, Now you mad cause your girl

of paragraphs on phonographs Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot

playa that way, she just can't help herself oh well Now who that wanna go and do that, and true that I'm thoed in the mix Pimping like Chris and niggaz get mad