power grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!"
Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!" Stop
Traduzione: Refused. Refused Are Fucking Dead.
can't fuck with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed Boy ya can't fuck with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed Boy ya can't fuck with
fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin
For Your Parents out September 2000 Amen are a bunch of fucking cunts Dead on the bible, Dead on the bible Dead on the bible, Dead on the bible It
get open Touching my mic is like wet hands feeling a light switch If I spark for too long I cause an electrical crisis In sessions, niggas refuse to give
closed eyelid ain't sleepin' Every man ain't even Some of us are odd Some of us think we're god Some are lost in the fog We refuse to be a cog In the
me You should recognize game when it's all in your face Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face But I refuse to lose so I ball
t control being lazy. the days of my life are blending into one. i've worn out every option, i'm not having any fun. the games are all the same, the shows so fucking
be dead) (- Let me see you close your mouth and just keep it closed - Well you know that's impossible - No, no, no, no...) [VERSE 2: Breeze] Stop keepin me back, suckers are
burn me Let it all break me? free We are not the capital's lambs. We won't fucking sacrifice. We are the unborn children of a dead generation, but our
shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are
Another time, another place but there are still things that keep me here torn apart these walls ahead a dead end street but i won?t stop reaching
have to look for me When I was just a nothing-child, and I know our times are wild But before this ride is through, and you know I love fucking you But