Power plants in my flower garden Refrain me from being too light-hearted I built so many castles There's no fallow left to burn Disbelief in the ones
Are you walking down sunset strip? Have you found a new relationship? Do you want to spend christmas with me? When the days grow dark I start to shine
Dangerous words There is no list And everybody makes mistakes I don't want to hurt you But I don't play the scrabble game Perfectly well Dangerous words
Now all efforts have been made Solutions dissipate No use to see a use in waiting Now everywhere we move We?re never bulletproof We never can get back
Almost under water All ghosts in slow-mo I must go Or would you rather Go Below We should have been stars We should have been high by now But oceans
Traduzione: Nebbia. Parole pericolose.
[Buckshot] Get ready for this, stop ya pettiness Steadiness, keep the barrel aimin at the mist Un-mist the clouds, amongst the crowd Somebody put out
own back, you see it's all that I got To be king without assurance but the nerve to get shot You see to be but not to be, that is the danger in anger
t blow again. Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm. Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm. Jet for the exit, why hang around? Words that I found
remain Useless, but when I reign bitches can't sustain the drama, word to momma bitch I leave you leakin Roxanne Shante stay creepin You sleepin but I stay armed, and dangerous
those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes Hollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mist
they'll never touch Always talkin' about nothin', when you catch ?em, they always hush Not much to be said, not enough to be heard when the words become
words that I speak) You can sell me yo soul Sell me yo soul (bless the words that I speak) Sign the Devil's Contract (Bless the words that I speak) (
you kid, I got stripes when it comes to this right here, Y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous And they ain't
Forever in this bitch fuckin' with the dead With invisible x's in the middle of our forehead Act like you don't know In the mist of the twiztid serial
[buckshot] Get ready for this, stop ya pettiness Steadiness, keep the barrel aimin at the mist Un-mist the clouds, amongst the crowd Somebody put out
(Anthony Henderson) Busta, you in danger, tell'em they in danger. Ahh, cops are quits, I take it dip flippin them, realize, what ah hit you have misted
