wrong Try to sing me your ego song You're one of them My war You're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them My war This is my war
wrong try to sing me your ego song you're one of them my war you're one of them you say that you're my friend but you're one of them my war this is my war
Traduzione: My Ruin. My War.
that talk and have a Coke and a smile Or else have a glass of milk, and a cookie Cause to me you're just a rookie In my world, playin my game To hang
as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer
smooth and rough The rude and nice, don't ruin your life, with a hooligan type Checkin my Yin and Yang mood I'm feeling your pain child My soul sings
[Intro: M.O.P.] Hahahahahaha Now it's about to be talked about [Afu-Ra] You're gettin slapped by my grammar Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama
I?ll lead you into the? Winter?s descending with full force, devastating Insane announcements from afar The level of horror brings me to my ruin Leads us into the? Follow my
's pulling strings on me? A war invades my eyes, what do you want from me Shines our misery, love turned to global hate Why do you try to ruin me
to start my own little war and flip twice to contaminate the world to clap with my beat. My appearance is self-confident and I know they like my charm
hunger With pestilence upon you As spite I followed One by one Till corners four To see all gone And finally war Avoke the lust of my spite As
my doubts My doubts about it When you're hiding underground The rain can't get you wet But do you think your righteousness could pay the interest on your debt? I have my
eastern double isle It ended in the 2nd global war It was the beginning of the earth sun era The world would never be the same Devastation, war and plague
When I was my momma fetus her stomach sat by the speakers The music got in my features that's just why I'm prestigious Hold my bottle and drink it ain
with blood of forefathers Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form And spirits gather, floating in the mist My eastern empires spread wings of winter Visions of destructions ruin
beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of Death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease Iliad Raise my
satisfy Their lust for pain and terror Disguise their faces to hide them In the dark Determination The oath on the runestaff is the highest The ruin
