Official, Nas, niggas Word up, somethin' new for you Hear to make moves, get mines automatically Emphatically, rhyme master, be rapidly tragedies Guns
The hands of time have brought you here, It's a long hard road to burn. The hidden fire of liife has come unturned. The river runs, you've just begun
Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems them sweep it Like dust under carpet Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems
In the most desolate corner Bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral Hey, get in line for tragic
It's like gold dust Ya hear me coming through your spe-ea-kers, You see me mashin up your air waves, I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like
Das alte Lied der Straße das zog uns stets hinaus denn so ein echter Cowboy der bleibt nicht gern zu Haus' von Flensburg bis nach Garmisch von K
Sometimes I've seen you walking among the population Hidden in the margins for a while Sometime's I feel you moving among the population Flickering through
When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until
I don't know what I've been told, parents love is awful cold. Instead of notch ya's, they just scold. I'd like to find a way, to break away. I'd like
Robert Pattinson: Life is a stage in witch we all play, and the world is a symphony, sarcastic lost. Like to be a part of the global games. But I
I don't know what I've been told Parents love is awful cold Instead of nurture, they just scold I'd like to find a way to break away I'd like to find
Here, see the little queer, there's a volunteer Don't you think he should get a haircut now Like in the marines, all the magazines Got a way for everyone
I thought I had a lot, I opened my eyes at eight It's past one and I never said good morning Hold on there, wait, don't run away, I'm only talking Don
I asked my mother why do you cry? She said your brother, he just died Well I told him not to go outside said he had to fight for his country's rights
Creal Williams lived down a dirt road Made homemade wine like nobody I know Dropped by one Friday night and said can you help me Creal Got a little girl
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There are code breakers with lines well tapped Traces sweeping out across the static night You are draped in white like the blossoms of the tree Looking
Yo canto de mi coraz?n Y t? mi amigo inspiras mis pasos Me voy por el mundo donde siento varia gente Pero nunca hay una persona como t? Mirame, que estoy