somewher down in mother Russia. they make plans to take the world. thousands of veiled secrets. hidden deep inside their rooms. . with all their special agents.
Yo, whattup, baby girl, fuck is the deal?. Nah, you know what I'm sayin', I'm on my way fo' sho'. Nah, well, Kejuan and Murph, they with me already. And you know Leezy on his way.
They fight against each other. Killing people of their own blood. For some very stupid reasons. Call it civil war. . They fight for their religion. Wanna people make believe.
At the count of three. I want everybody in the place to be. To make some noise if ya down with me. One, two, three. . Hit me with the horns Tony. Keep makin' noise, keep makin' noise, yeah, oh....
[Funk Flex]. Ah this shit is ugly right here. Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders. Shout out to Uncle Ray. New York City are you fuckin ready?!!. . [Drag-On].
[Funk Flex]. Ah this shit is ugly right here. Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders. Shout out to Uncle Ray. New York City are you fuckin ready?!!. . [Drag-On].
Closing, folding like a star. Brings you back to see the lights. Bluest water falling down on your skin, on your skin. . Keep your eyes locked away in some lonely place.
Where's the emotion tuned to the sound of sincerity?. Without connection the lesson doesn't come for free. Senseless distractions, your spoken words are just a lie.
Called the house to see if anyone was home. Question the silences, the negative response. Stayed to see the sunrise raising hell over the square. Didn't lose the sense of promise laced upon the air.
See that copper across the street. He's out for me, I feel the heat. I gotta watch out, I can't get away. He grabs his baton, don't know what to say. .
Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground. It fucking feels like the poison of the spider. Like the colours in the speed of sound. The sky is getting wider and wider.
blowing through the sky. your instinct's running high. it's calling out your name. just leave what you became. Start looking for a goal,. a life truly your own..
When everybody's gone. And nobody's breathing. What's the color "nothing". What's the sound of "no". . On my lawn. Critters crawl and make they're way through dirt they scare me.
Ringing in my ear, ringing in my ear.... . And so they it's times like these. Where silence can mean everything (everything and nothing). And I'm pleading with my heart into this empty glass for reasons.
Lost in confusion we stand on the edge, visions and pictures created for you to believe.. It all looks the same like loops in unreal, illusions they are to gain..
I will move inside you,. With clarity that far becomes you,. What I know is what I feel and. What I feel is what I know. And you can feel.. . What I fear is I'm never understanding,.
You're washing away everything. The world means nothing to a dreamer. Theyre puppets on their strings on the TV screen. It means nothing to me, Cardboard believers in nothing.
Everyday I pull tighter. Bring you closer to the fire. Choke the life from your eyes. As I inhale your dying breath. . Who need enemies with friends like you.
This is your end. no one to save you. tore a hole through me. left me for dead. tare down your walls. to fill my soul. consume this hate. to make me whole.
This world is slowly dying. So thick death in the air. Condemned by your creations. Man is a god in ruins. . Look into our past. History repeats itself.