Ready or not, it's winter again That wonderful time when we go inside our heads Reflect and deny It's been a battle year after year Planning on winning
Traduzione: L'azione di progettazione. Non potrebbe, caso.
a cell Where abstract knows no property Could have you locked up in a cell Oh, hell Apocalypse that could all be for the better Nuclear weather that we fear Could
me, I fall short, still it hits me swift I didn't have to see, I coulda hit the lick I coulda drifted it quick, I coulda quit so quick It's really a trip
in frame and canvas just for the cameras when we are awake we sing "never... ever" this is where you must make up your mind should beauty be design
masturbates Nobody can hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape A capsule in Space, no emcee could rhyme like this, there's no challenge His Poet Laureate should
Angeles [Chorus] [V2: TONEDEFF] Tone turns caked nig|gas to professional pie catchers High Action, I'm apt to put in more legwork than a thigh master I finally figured how you could
it should And the sun was burning blisters in my back Their permanence we couldn't ask It was done floating weightless on attack I was sinking slow could not
Pel's True to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying
's Tru to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on
Into a new light What a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway Push couldn't shove me to understand a path to a base head Consumer should
should And the sun was burning blisters in my back Their permanence we couldn't ask It was done floating weightless on attack I was sinking slow could not
plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you
old into a new light What a way? But this what a way has been a way of today Anyway push couldn't shove me To understand a path to a basehead Consumer should
me I fall short, still it hits me swift I didn't have to see, I coulda hit the lick I coulda drifted it quick, I coulda quit so quick It's really a
to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could
