realize And see all confusion in my cloudy eyes It's all part of my way of giving And I'm giving it all to you More than love, it's a way of living
Traduzione: Small Faces. Il mio modo di dare.
chair baby. You gonna lube up yer cock and balls and wack it for a little bit?" J.N.: "Uhh, no. I'm just going to put some on my face so I don't get sunburnt
tell you how to walk And now they got the balls to tell us how we should talk Though no glove love ain't cool I must agree So get outta my face ya' ain
harm. No power on earth can hold you down or keep you from the air Or let the small and petty minds divert you from your way. I see your small face bathed
your fate Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes they wanna backstab and bite my rhymes But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight? Just give
You think you hitting but your missing Cats wishing That they had the ammunition To witness the documentary Of how my raps written I inhale a breath within my
be thugs with nothin' to say? (Y'all ain't good enough) We takin' ya pay (Y'all ain't good enough) Get outta my way (Y'all ain't good enough) Y'all niggaz
Chorus: Q-Unique] Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe Toy mic you play flow Start a rap career, that shit is way no Start a rap career, that shit is way
about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune By taking small things and blowing em out of proportion Using sarcasm as my second language Look mom
knows that I'm not really a star She seems to be impressed with my lack of an ego and my self-aware style, I like the way that she smiles She wanna know
ya can't run that race(bis) Leaming the rule very early Big fish eating down the small one That's the way it's goin to be And if you can't face it you
Parted lips, two eyes too tight remember all of the lines it's so hard to keep a straight face when i'm talking to myself sunset in a solemn way headlights
my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog; I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with
all my days of sorrow. On my own. If there was any more to give. You know I'd sacrifice it for her. And in the prime of my life. I was blessed and
through [Mos Def] I'm on my way back to Louis Avenue Inside Brooklyn the b-boy capital, lot of cats travel to black eratical Say, my response is invatically
to the Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills I'm sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel That you're cappin; why don't you give all
