Testi:
Queen The Prophet S Song

Spreading his hands on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare I watched as fear took the old men's

his hands on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare I watched as fear took the old men's gaze

his hands on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare I watched as fear took the old men's gaze

Spreading his hands on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare I watched as fear took the old men's

whips Large and rich like the cats from the Godfather's flick I make dough stay low take those 8 O's To yeah yo in case those cato's do favo's My shorty

fat Let him hit it once and watch the dude come back 'Cause the back so stacked it's like sittin' on a jack Missy be the mack, that's a true fact Ching

's your name? (My name is Brenda my friends call me Brend) That's Skee-Lo and Trend yo call your friends and hop on in Let's take a spin bust a mission

did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right... It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I

Made sure all them fools have heard of me Believe I'm well connected Not a prophet who's been resurrected Trust and I expect it When I bust it's higher