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Translation: Air. Empty House.
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' with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel, Sigel in the house Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Memph Bleek in the house Still
rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Left the house this morning Bells ringing filled the air
firin Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
but not content with anything While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house
it all but not content with anything While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king Fires burning Flames are dancing Don't burn the house
it all But not content with anything While the rich man's heads are empty But he's sitting like a king Fires burning, flames are dancing Don't burn the house
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway Rubbing sticks together but your fire's man-made Capitalize on hot air
sacrifice of Pride And ride on to Mount Zion Rub me the wrong way Taking the highway Rubbing sticks together But your fire's man-made Capitalize on hot air
road, nobody on the beach I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm driving by your house
six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house
raised up with Five minutes to spare, her man unaware, I saw him in traffic Beeped the horn and threw a deuce in the air, yeah, I'm a playa But I feel
're still the same I'll love you if you've changed Big old car rolling down Through the dark and empty town See the sky everywhere Feel it in the open air
back, four pound, let six in the air Rock that raw sound, getting wet to this year 'Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my tech In front the White House
now to show, show business Wouldn't have it any other way Got some people lining up for seven days before you come But then your house is full of empty
