Yeah. Spice muthafuckin' One. Coolin' in Cali. Kickin' that gangsta shit. You get with it?. . Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then.
Yeah, the motherfuckin east bay gangster back in the house. A.k.a. mr. kill yo' ass. 187 fac mothafucker. Nine-trey. G-nut in the motherfuckin house. Big john on that goddamn bass.
I peep your thighs when I look in the car. Baby, you ain't got to be on my shoulder to be a star. Ain't a trick honey, 'cause tricks is for pimps and hoes.
Ugh, yeah. (can you feel it baby?). Ugh, yeah. (can you feel it baby?). Ugh, yeah. (I want to know). . Here I come steppin'. Tha murder weapon. Cappin' off safety.
Niente di piu. nientaltro che tu,. continuamente. . Inaspettato sole. in piena notte. che sorprende tu sei,. quello che vorrei. . Ma tu ci sei,. tu vivi in questo mondo e so.
Entre esas cuatro paredes. la soledad se muere ansiosa. ya no busca promesas. que puedan darle su libertad. . Tan fragil es la conciencia. que puede hacerse olvidar.
How much hate. can one man feel. When his kingdom is crumbling. How much pain. Can one mant take. When his future is melting. Eyes of fire blast his brain.
Many lifetimes have come and gone. In elation for this day. By the order's hand. The minions forged his way. At age thirteen. Dawn the days of revealing.
Look at you now. Exalted no more. Scourging's left your blood. Soaked into the floor. For having the sight. You will pay a heavy price. Martyr for mankind.
(Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell / Lyrics : Schaffer). A lonely maiden stands. Bound to the obelisk. As she tugs and pulls. And tries to twist. Shackles slice her virgin wrists.
[Kiss cover]. . Searching in the darkness. Running from the day. Hiding from tomorrow. Nothing left to say. Victims of the moment. Future deep in doubt.
Walking in the subway. Alone late at night. New York City gangs. Everywhere in sight. . You feel their anger upon you. You feel their hateful eyes. Walk a little faster now.
As I watch through the ages. And gaze upon this world. The troubled race of man. So impetus and afraid. There's potential in this race. A man can spark hope.
As human beings, we're a complex thing. Sometimes so beautiful, other times so vain. We've built an Empire. the blood is on our hands. Genocide and the chains that bind.
Lying there beside me. With your head resting on my arm. Your body feels so warm. And your hair smells like a Sunday morning. . I feel you moving closer.
My heart is black, and my lips are cold. Cities on flame with rock and roll. Three thousand guitars they seem to cry. My ears will melt, and then my eyes.
Stolen hearts and broken bones. Wind up your jealous friends. That dare to kiss you on the cheek. All fools. Share the same coats on rainy days. Pass with claustrophobia.
Oh, when I wake up throughout I start up. I guess, I miss the heart you tore up. Wait a minute you didn't finish. There's still something you couldn't reach.
Warden, you've traded your canopy for land downtown. You shouldn't be fooling around, colds in town.. Trying to release himself from the past.. . Case closed, your building will last forever.