'll live 'til the end of time In the realm of the death-queen Baldur is dead, the god of life Killed, bleeding in the sand Baldur is dead, a poison arrow
Traduzione: Wizard. Speranza morta.
ll live 'til the end of time In the realm of the death-queen Baldur is dead, the god of life Killed, bleeding in the sand Baldur is dead, a poison arrow
A mass murderer, black magic practitioner Ap is the rap listener's crack distributor A wizard with wise words Magician with fly birds I'll saw a bitch
back (back), side to side Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg You get beat dead, that means you dead meat I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg
before my mood sees red, and tell about the wizard whose wondrous grip handled, the alchemy, the magic, the quick and the dead [???] - The first time the Wizard
[Erick Sermon] For she's perhaps quite clever On the mic, I'm Wizard, call me Chris Webber Scary, wise, I'm way past terror I make like Jay-Z, then Roc
ago prophecy fullfilled: The army of the dead [IV) Army Of The Dead] Holy gift a ritual of seer destruction hunting their prey,cruel in their desire for vengeance the dead
Dumbledore, where have you gone? I really hope you won?t be long ?Please Severus,? is what you said But still, Snape struck you dead How can I fight
I give 'em hope [Chorus: Killah Priest] Dead birds flyin with wings that's broke Dead birds flyin with wings that's broke Dead birds flyin with wings
head off! Come on! Let's go! See this? You boys are dead And not just dead Bring your boy Dallas, he fuckin' dead too Gold-diggers, you tipped it I ain
, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon be strippin and wigglin ass Hope
fillin' jimmies, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon be strippin and wigglin ass Hope
extinction When all we want is a hug? ?The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard
all kinds of tropical hash And hittin' blunts till my last Now what you thinkin' about? (Violent J) Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Who ya dead who?) Who ya dead
rottings angel's dead eyes gives Signs of death among the living" "Enslaved by hate, no words of wisdom Will fall from an ablaze sky My dream is dead
like, why'd you fuck with that nigga? I tell her front, back, side to side Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg You get beat dead, that means you dead
picked up the phone the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on Now that you're dead on gone (
