Bottled up inside- angst ridden The pain strikes - scars badly hidden Effect of love - easy to see just a normal kid - just like you and me feels unclean
Bottled up inside, angst ridden The pain strikes Scars badly hidden Effect of love, easy to see Just a normal kid Just like you and me Feels unclean,
Traduzione: Refused. Mark.
I'm that little voice inside your head Look at what you've done to me You knew all along that you were lying when you said, All those pretty words and
Borders are bullshit no flag but the black flag nation state is a racist concept babylon burn! you will know us by the x's on our hands you will know
whole flow, you need to know your role bro But see I rip it like an old pro And leave my mark like rap is a wall and I'm soul glo I'm just a kid you heard
is the War This is your Name This is the War in your Name Ah fuck it refuse Amen Refuse Amen Right Ah fuck ?em refuse Amen Hey guys I really think
the black cat Purina Shake 108-9877 Sit dependent round the shriff Like pensive spaces, arenas The air of the addict Dust particles Bust colorful Plus parts tickle touch mark
doke yo bitch ass, then I take the cash and blast Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask 226 tattoed on my over my heart This here mark means
it's real Knowin that Hey man, it's real Knowin that [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] I put you up nigga, don't trip You did your dirt for that mark And
line is broken (Chorus) Refuse to dance Refuse to dance Refuse to dance Refuse to dance You said you're such a pretty thing You could make a mark I'
'm flyin an Iranian airline Even Indian niggaz know that they better keep they dots calm I'm crossin a line with more lines crossed and are lost that made mark
s what I come from. Every human being from the dust Dust is all I am that's what I come from Check this [The Phanatik] I can't lose I refuse to choose
from broken tablets to the feeble, I seen you! Regurgitate their lies. I'll bide my time with scrolls and ancient's wine. Heady brew left mark
me or is it hot to death It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody run to the record outlet
in your gossip, just the writings on the wall. Over ignorant, you aint got it, you just play far, far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark.
m sippin on this liquor and tonic One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your head so hard with it the mark from it'll be so dark that it'll leave a scar
women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark
