Entren los que se atreven. Prueben sabor diferente. Cortes de carne humana. Fresca cada fin de semana. . Carnicero. . Res, res, res de un gero. Res, res, res de un negro.
I used to take a second for a pray. I used to sleep on a freezing bed of stone.. Chages twist your life. Changes twist your mind.. . Time has come again.
What are these actions of mine?. What are the words of my tongue?. What are these thoughts of my mind?. What have I become?. . His kingdom doesn't reach these heights.
( Intro ). . Do-do doo-do doo do-do. x4. . There were two of us one time.. What a crazy thing to do.. It was just a little lie.. Made me want to start again..
rdem mojej ciszy jeste ty. W moim nie. rdem mojej zbrodni jeste ty. rdem mojej dumy jeste ty. W moim nie. rdem mej niemocy jeste ty. W zazdroci klczc pac.
Niemocy ton coraz glosniej krzyczy w tobie. Kazdy twj krok przybliza koniec. Gorace usta a w oczach ogien. Od marzen odchodzisz i znw to samo. W codziennosci mdlej koszmarze.
Well I could love you with all of my heart if you just gave me the chance to.. I'd rather never have to see you again, than play along and pretend to be just friends..
To the beat y'all. *rat-a-tat drumming sound*. . [all] Make it funky (4X). [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky. [Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky.
When we were younger. Running to the field. Looking up on the sky. Wondering what we could be?. . Behold to me and say hello. Every moment the weâve been through.
And ya don't stop! (3X). "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon. And ya don't stop!. "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon.
Intro/Chorus:. . C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X). . Verse One: El Da Sensai. . C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound. Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound.
Verse One: Tame One. . I transmit the fatness over wackness. with my Campbell blunts and matches. Other rappers try to catch this. but I roast em up for practice.
We gotta talk, you cant keep it up now. Youre eating Kraft Dinner in the eye of a twister. You dont listen to me, Im your referee. Im screaming real loud all you hear is a whisper.
Ill give back your pogo stick as. Soon as you return my wasted time. And then Ill be fine. . Ill feel so much more nostalgic. As soon as all my cheques are countersigned.
I'll never let you see. The way my broken heart is hurting me. I've got my pride and I know how to hide. All the sorrow and pain. I'll do my crying in the rain.