Let me forget Or let me go Let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low... Never! The biggest word I ever heard Stop dead Stop dead
keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low, low, low Low, low, low low, low Never the biggest word I ever heard S-s-stop dead, stop dead, s-s-stop dead
me forget Or let me go Let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low... Never! The biggest word I ever heard Stop dead Stop dead
Traduzione: The Cure. Stop Dead.
, stylin, and keep it gangsta [G. Dep] Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead
we lost from a era so pure you could never be sure The game's so sick I'm just looking for the cure Like that Dead Prez flick when they was looking for
so I play the spook who sat by the door Righteous teacher for the poor Dedicated soldiers, freedom fighters Rhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop
down, drills in my head Faces I recognise, it's the enemy within Sick mother-fuckers, please don't let them in Please don't fuck with my head, STOP Stop
, I put my hand up on my gun He tried to cut me on run, huh - but yo, I'm not the one Flexin up the trigger finger, a dead ringer I'm not a singer, and
run from grace, but Christ embraced the wrath Yet its life Gees said it, the street are embedded with Thieves with speech impediments who don't believe they're dead
arsenic, God is pure But some cant stomach His cure like when you're car sick Dead right, you need a headlight you're headin for darkness Get Christ, you get life, you're dead
a nigger "unknown" sic the in a glass of "unknown"with a hot bowl of monkey shit. So imma call you in the morning docter gonna have my cure, my mediction 187 cure
hitting the wave When the girls walk by with their copper tone tan Sucker punching the clocks, stop working for the man Well there ain?t no cure for the
VERSE 3: Bushwick Bill] My father was a priest, cold blooded, he's dead Hypocrite, I caught him basin, so I shot him in the head Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead
in her tits And to stop her nerves from jumpin I just cut her to bits An assassin [VERSE 3: Johny C] My father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead
way. But now I'm gonna have fun with it, cause this is what I do [Cig:] Laughter's the best medacine? Assure the stage That 1 look at R'ems face and I got the cure
