mold you're in the presence of long enough to fill out. as you speak, walk away. keep walking. drop dead. say what you mean to, you fucking liar. soapbox
Traduzione: On Broken Wings. Mentre si parla.
lyrics from I to you recited Arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted Enter the arena as I take center stage The lights set low and the night has come of age Take the microphone in hand as
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form Oncoming, enslaught, on one Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk On running (?), rocking shit
the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed
the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard [repeat] What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed
rallying army having kittens Re: human rights and wrongs The left wing's become the right - but now broken Advice was not to write this song 'Far too sensitive' - 'come on
kneel before your throne You leper lord you Liar - You cannot feel this pain I am This will to break on Through you - The rebel soul It shall not rest
dude you can bet on Collide like a head on Collision, stutter steppin is an incision Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you
Aw, you're fulla shit, man . . . ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front . . . ?
you broke nigga, no bitch, you got it wrong I'm still spending, from Red & Meth sitcom What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on groin I bet your momma proud
Gonna wave to the people looking on the side of the road as I'm rolling by Wave goodbye to trouble that's always on my mind Gonna jumpstart my life
(feat. Killah Priest, Timbo King) [Chorus x4: Hell Razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto government for those
could you do? they all over you and you don?t even have a say what could you do? they all over you poor child, you?ll have your day... well i?m sittin on
a retirement plan for ex-military officials As if their opinion was at all unbiased A machine shouldn't speak for men So shut the fuck up you mindless drone! And you
the end of time Why does freedom move so slowly Unable to speak its mind Some say it's a circle Others think we live on the wing Why are promises broken
to offend you He starts to set traps, that have you setback The last round in this death match So strengthen where you're best at I promise you won't
