(Mose Allison) Look here! What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? No lie... How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon enough
Look here! What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? No lie... How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon enough your friends
Traduzione: The Clash. Guarda qui.
: (Mose Allison) Look here! What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? No lie... How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon
I spit about peace and love at the risk of being laughed at But I clap back like a sound clash applause Rap rules, no peace Stalwart'll smash laws Hey you. Looking
Throw up your dick beaters if you wanna clash with us We hazardous We a dyin' breed, this here's the last of us You say you stack cake but you look real
off here Get down, snuck and got near Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears Dressed up all black with a clown mask Shred the system, sound clash
so, it ends. You have learned much, young Xerxes. Your training is nigh on complete. The years which you have spent here at the Praxeum have been difficult
No more lies Tell people they are justified Look who's watching Ready for a clash, ready to step in But the people gather in (no clue what he says here
splash that's that ass Cause when we clash ain't no comin back Huntin' niggas from the past We gon' settle this shit right here Fight to whoever blood
One Nigga Left And They Talkin About We Ain't Happenin So We Had To Give That Up And Make Em Recognize Platinum Look At Everybody Rappin Just Like I'm
they all ?? after ?? Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude Come here, let me
line is weaponized then applied Mob shit, talk it acquisition is sick I don't miss when I twist the 556 Stand there with arms folded Firearms make me look
blast Here with the math illegal broadcast Spit something way outta line an make ya car crash Rhymes comin fast like the first time I saw ass Make a nigga jaw clash
(The Clash) Summon up the mas! Play on the pan! Staring dreads are jerking their locks As the white star liner sank in the docks But on the drummers
the new horizon is crystal clear Its took sometime, but we're on the right track - now where do we go from here? Sick and tired of worthless statements