of rhyme Shaking your own brand of rhyme On wide avenues the air moves the sound Cruising around Who makes the minutes move The postmeridian new Who Who
own brand of rhyme On wide avenues The air moves the sound, cruising around Who makes the minutes move? The postmeridian new Who? Who else but you Who? Who
todos... y en ningun lugar, tal vez... alguien ya lo habia anunciado y todo aquel que vendra pisara esta tierra perdida con huellas de mar porque sus pasos son
forse tu ci senti anche da li Canzoni d'amore che fanno ancora bene al cuore diciamo quasi sempre qualche volta no qualche volta no Canzoni stonate parole
a bada ne devi fare ancora di strada Siamo ragazzi della suite puoi trovarci nei posti piu marci ehi vuoi trovarci smetti di far zapping nove microfoni caldi infiammano la folla una volta
a bada ne devi fare ancora di strada Siamo ragazzi della suite puoi trovarci nei posti piu marci ehi vuoi beccarci smetti di far zapping nove microfoni caldi infiammano la folla una volta
buster, bust nuts at bitches' walls Ricochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neys The Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a home Picture my son _Home Alone_,
semplici: tutti identici a catena 'sto mondo ha mille volti credici e un corpo da iena non posso perdermi devo arrivar troppo lontano come troppe son
made From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same wantin new Babylon, the Mac spits Rose remain deep, like the masters who crafted ecclesiastics Telepathics
, I represent Lox Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button So I charge out more, want it all at the door Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven Who
re gonna have to shock him Oh my God These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin' him, check the pulse" A kid who
From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same wantin new Babylon, the Mac spits Rose remain deep, like the masters who crafted ecclesiastics Telepathics
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
, come, come One for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come One for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come One for the dough, son
dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
una simile agonia A volte il cuore A volte il cuore Nuda carmina ad mojora Nuda carmina in carmine Nuda carmina ad majora ("sagapo malista eis aei") A volte