that proud that fun can't be allowed. But when you lie and fuck things up just to prove that you are tough I find it hard just to brush it off, enough is enough
proud That fun can't be allowed But when you lie and fuck things up Just to prove that you are tough I find it hard just to brush it off Enough is enough
Traduzione: Refused. Enough Is Enough.
(feat. C-Note, E.S.G., Lil' Keke) [E.S.G.:] Here comes the Wreckshop bomb, that Big H.A.W.K. didn't refuse Coming down on a song, I couldn't refuse
bluff Yo flow is cream puff, it ain't hard enough Continue to huff and puff, and I'm gon show my stuff I'm on that other shit, the flow is ferocious
't know That it's me who draws the line I'm the tyrant in my mind And I'm gonna try if that is all That I can do This is a two-way street I'm in the middle
You give them all you got and you give them a little more And never even know what for They feed and they suck until you're unconscious It's never enough
I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any oppressor, and this is
fear to be refused 'cause you don't want to be mine. It would be enough a word or a little caress to save my existence. But something is changing now
It's about the art It's about the alright.. alright listen First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club
same strip same spite, same endin Same car, same endin, same tension brewin Give me the steel, what the FUCK is you doin? You done enough it's not enough
Make your destination mine Blain is Pain and that`s the truth We all serve the Tower For the Tower is the truth Oh, my soul within me is burning That
pinned Never set a grin and fly health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you
together, cause divided we fall So stall that gang shit, stand up Quit standin in handcuffs Really hard's when you got loot And you ain't gotta shoot Damn man, enough is enough
first I get 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH! This is more then music But these niggas is mad trash That's why the stores refuse '
Like a splinter in my thumb, you're not going anywhere, Not like I care 'cos I have got used to it, Refuse to quit. You're like the label in my shirt
we're gettin no anger will refuse to sleep erasing you and me what this world doesnt need is this sappy song to sing but if it starts some thinkin its good enough
to be blamed for it My rhymes are flame throwers and your whacks is gasoline Cause enough damage to ambulance on half the scene The sad part is that you
