The flower grew the wall Displaying all of his colour The motive wasn't clear But you wouldn't understand Now we're getting on like fire With matchsticks
Traduzione: People In Planes. Fuoco.
[This Week in Bible Prophecy] God has a plan -- and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan through the message of prophecy God sent Jesus into this world
P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and tell her ass \"catch me if you can\" Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm
P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not
] Chill chill I got this I'ma take the weight myself dog You ain't gotta spot this Y'all playin' a volley game I write a rap spit fire like plower planes
and non-contendable and still I tell everybody: just do as you will Cause the skills to pay the bills'll be the only thing that still wheel Yeah, I know some people
up w/the truth for all intent and purposes your life on earth ain't worth it's weight in gold that's probably why you get blowed cause people tell people things and people sell people
Some niggaz never mastered phonics foolish states for how they act around us Some people ask about us, I never try to be somethin that ain't me Never plan
let it be when there's catastrophe Why they keep a tight grip on all that fuckin cash we need Ain't seen no fire or no brimstone, but at this time it
All my friends are asking me where I plan to spend the holidays People seem to celebrate the season in so many different ways Some go where the weather
took their guns and ammo and one sat on the hill The other pulled the fire alarm and they waited for the kill Bullets flying People dying Blood in the
missles navigating fighter planes safe to the ground with one engine down and enimes circling all around I'm mythical to hip hop fans some people hear
with dyed hair and pierced lips What kinda nigga from the hood is you? I could name fifty niggas that's as good as you But a nigga like Plan man I'm better
Brazil knocking out power in the cities lighter watch the fire grow surprise fighters delivering a body blow Original Krikati Junglists coming with the fire
nicely worked out war plan Through the sky come rockets down there people are scored Everybody does try to save his own everywhere in town On the run the people
his homie Murs on the telephone Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do But the people
