Testi:
Son Of Sam In The Hills

side Them against the God who made the earth and His name's I Am That I Am, Jesus Son of Man He be the Lamb and Daddy to Uncle Sam Universal land lord

time like a cocaine addict Who the fucks says otherwise? My skills incognito Test me son, I turn evil Old school, Wallaby type, Sugar Hill grill Laid

my rap meal And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my

like 'The Ring' Make excellent cadavers of your fascist regime Cause I grab the mic and niggaz couldn't understand Why I'm fuckin' up your summer jam like the son of sam

Yo Yo c'mon son Yo they killin em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they killin us son, I'm tellin you Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word

siglos de grandeza historica no quiero crear polemica si digo que para mi es tragica empezaron robando esclavos de Africa sus nietos hoy son hombres atrapados

below, I thank my niggaz And Tommy Hill can't help me figure a damn thang less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that Uncle Sam

tight to awake neighbors for acres I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of sam bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin, you think

kinds of matches I once met this old wise man on a hill He never gave his Uncle Sam a damn dollar bill I said are you afraid to die He said son what you