Now you own me And everything keeps telling me to run run away I never listen And everything keeps telling me to run, run away Now you own me, now you own me
Traduzione: Sense Field. Voi mi proprietario.
the blue water all around from a force field flashing somebody is sending black evolutions of love you are hearing the dark supernatural is the world we call our own
evil shit you do But whose looking out for you? Yo [Chorus: Drunken Dragon] How real is real, is it something you feel, or something you front Something you
And if you need the cush it's easy you know where to come You a out of towner or local no matter where you and your people from I got 'em in eights, quarters
about Who followed me, and now got game The first scriptures in the book, they meant If you was really from this town and 'bout to do it You do your own
ain't no sense, I'm in line without them It's no me, cause when nobody gave a damn mama loved me And hugged me, never judged me Even though she know
tiger in a battle field I'm invincible You want a battle me man be sensible I'll never submit to any other emcee Be a duel to the death either him or me
in sight was the one just past that ol' onion field if you look from where I'm standing you'll see that old scarecrow they say if you look too low he
cover The real me, it's inside So if you wanna judge me Look beyond and you'll see It's my body, it's my life, it's my own choice Tattoos as expression
As macro-electrolytes converge Eternal recurrence My mentals merge; its cyclical But it revamps its own thesis, Reaching The premium blend in the communion [Verse 3: Rasul] Follow me
sense of calculus. could it be true all these moose have buried you? underneath straw all of the ants ingulfing you. where are the sercets, huh? you
Manuva] Love it's self I possess who lied to death Yigga y'all, listen it's the up front fresh My level is seldom seen, if you invite between them fools
park you know the undulating streets of dark you know tha faces full of pain you know the field of the passing way would you like to kiss me? [il senso
full of shit and they'll tell you you're insecure Calling you immature, does that make sense to y'all? You ever feel like it's you against the whole
a capful of Advil I'll snatch you right off It's axel leave you baffled As you sit on gravel, then drag you through the whole English Channel And effuse
ya brain just like aroma Thoughts swell inside of ya mind like a tumor In this rap field you couldn't match me kid I begged ya when the seventh sense
of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one after the other, our own five senses, until