't sinned oh, (if) I'm going to hell...hell, i can't win if you are in heaven i don't want in... if you are in heaven i don't want in i'm not going
Traduzione: Wired. Se siete in Cielo.
it all fits in the urn the cream of life, beats and rhymes are butter that in which I churn stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual
seen will be forgotten Won't you come To my funeral when my days are done Life's not long And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone That you'll
the death of unseen generations are interdependent in vast orchestration and painted in colors of tapestry thread. When the dying are born and the living are
cure in our thirsty veins We pine the deadly blow from a world that changed too fast grown too slow... One of the Heaven's bringer of despair, stop us if you
Scoopin' Dee Lop Street Hop Dats All We Do Guess What America We Love You Step Up West Africa We Love You Guess What UK We Love Ya But Need You We Singin
man once taught me how to serve the Lord said if there?s anything you won?t do then there?s really nothing you can do for Him If that?s so then there?
are deh for you From there I?ve been sexin? you Now, you miss me lying next to you ? oh! Treat you good and be friends with you God bless you so, I need
by fire, ascends in greasy smoke, an offering to the sky. Earthly refuse assaults heaven, as we are contaminated by notions of eternity. It is as if
that! Now you cramped up my flow has that ability You should have waited 30 minutes to press play Oh, you'e a fad MC? Well if you don't say You grab at
after death To heaven, hell or beyond to that Great Vast But if I can I would like to meet my Maker There's one or two things, I'd sure like to ask Won't you
body Lord, I can't go back, please let me stay with You" For You are the resurrection of the life The Son of the Living God You're the only one worthy
the death of unseen generations Are interdependant in vast orchestration, And painted in colors of tapestry thread When the dying are born and the living are
it all fits in the urn The cream of life, beats and rhymes are butter that in which I churn Stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual
! Now you cramped up my flow has that ability You should have waited 30 minutes to press play Oh, you'e a fad MC? Well if you don't say You grab at the
definition of latitude Sinister. (repeated) "You tell the angels in heaven you've never seen An evil so singularly personified as you being hit In the
in our thirsty veins We pine the deadly blow from a world that changed too fast grown too slow... One of the Heaven's bringer of despair, stop us if you
