of my hate, kill my hate, kill my hate. You are the keys to my organ, you'll do exactly what I play. You are the beats to my rhythm, You'll move and
Translation: My American Heart. The Keys To My Organ.
all of my hate, kill my hate, kill my hate. You are the keys to my organ, you'll do exactly what I play. You are the beats to my rhythm, You'll move
my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone // With a pen in my
