prepare. Undisturbed by the sound, with noiseless tread, A figure comes into view, A trail of magic runs behind him, The man of spells has come to visit
Translation: Tony Banks. Man Of Spells.
I just wanna play my I just wanna play my axe Let me, let me, let me, play my Let me play my axe one time Alright [Incomprehensible] Let me play my
I don't care what nobody say I'm a man of a many words I spit things so loud and clear You've got to believe every word you heard I rap strong and you
me with a mule to ride When my baby she left me She left me with a mule to ride When her train left the station That old mule laid down and died Man
my kitchen That's right it's honeycomb up there, raviolis Everything a regular man eats I'm not the elephant man, whassup? You don't scare me, I'm the man
concrete jungle Rumble, young man rumble I was taught stay hard as they come dude I was taught any problems confront you I was taught in these concrete jungle Rumble, young man
1 verse: I have arrived there is no fear. Come a little closer let me make the picture clear. I am the newest shit around here and I plan to stay. So
's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game player It's a man's game, ooh
Soy ciudadano del amor, llevo dogal de belleza entre la hombrera y la cabeza, entre rodilla y cinturon. Haciendo critica social me perfume de valiente
Do you want to try? Go ahead and try You want it now But that's the way it goes Do you want to hurt me? Go ahead and try You're feeling sick You poor
Hechale vampiro No me importa lo que Piensa la gente de mi Que si traigo el pelo De alguna manera Porque me gusta traerlo asi Que por que escucho Ese
You've got me under your spell again Saying those things again Making me believe that you're just mine You've got me dreaming those dreams again Thinking
ou ich kann nicht mehr ich wei? ich werde brennen dein Urteil hat sich langst um meinen Hals gelegt ou ich kann nicht mehr ich wei? du willst mich hangen
no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban
[Robin Thicke] Meiple, i like to play cheek to cheek, 2 kids in the sandbox baby, You remind me of St Tropez, Sandy beaches, and yachts yeh and champagne
My mama told me not to play the guitar Stuck in a bottle neck you won't get far Hanging around with your sleeping in friends Elegant women, here I go
I make a date for golf, you can bet you life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I guess, I'll go through life just catchin'
