You see, you feel You know React You're waiting You're waiting Change
Translation: Killing Joke. Change.
Translation: Killing Joke. Change [capital Radio 30.1.80].
Yeah, you know what it is Aiyyo, back on the scene, ain't nuthin' changed Still doin' wild things, whippin' somethin' mean The whole shorts in the Rolls
analyze and think of every curse so you can try and describe what u think of this verse so go ahead and take your time and rewind it back it , it won't change
a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder
I done came too far up in these goddamn streets To get my money snatched I'm so for real about this motherfuckin skrill That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
] Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? Now if the ghetto ever made a change It changed for the
blood We'll give this established joke a shove We're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill I'm searchin' for something even if I'm killed Lexicon Devil
don't be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same Man thangs change Everything changed, everything has changed Thangs change There used
a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans Now if I kill
war Can I get better, now what is that for? And more rumors and rumors and rumors of war Killers just killing now, what they kill for And more rumors
it's never been taken Say "never say never" but never's forever mistaken I'm hopin to change my name, get spoken in vain Niggas is broke in the game, still hopin for change
you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweet Used to get teased by my friends, 'cause I had bigger feet I think about them jokes and laugh
margin Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans Now if I kill
You never pulled rat or you?re not welcomed back to the hood You?re known as no good, that?s how it was, that?s how it is Fuck your predicament, get your ass killed
God, run to God, run to God, run to God, and let him in your heart Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come Make it your change, run to God in your
