[Intro]. Yeah. Spent a long time watching the game. come to find out them bustas is lame. . SADDAM HUSSEIN. And even though they wanna stop my reign. I dont think that they can contain.
I am souled out, my mind is made up (x4). . Who can separate us from the love Jesus. Not death, nor life. Jesus paid the price, now I'm free from sin.
Hawa Police d'Etat, y a pas dra le cain-cain. venu de l'ouest africain vient foutre son grain de sel.. Appelle qui tu veux, mon cartel martelle. du travail de pro, le rsultat est nickel, ma belle..
Facem slalom printre cretini zi de zi. Intr-o lume mica si murdara asa cum o stii. Prostii par conceputi pe cale artificiala. Ca sunt multi ai-dracu si n-au nici o boala.
[chorus]. say uno dos. stick'em up high high. tres quatro. give me whatch ya got right. uhnananana. say uno dos. stick'em up high high. tres quatro. give me whatch ya got right.
[Verse 1:] ~Isam B.~. I wanna to live, I wanna to give. I been a minor for a heart of gold. It's these expressions I never ever give. I've been around the world searching for that peace.
[Isam]. They were the youth, a faith who didnt pray. Young ones from the hood came back another day. Told the old ones youre wasting you time. Time, what you know bout that? the old ones replied.
This aint a love song. This is a live song. . Woman, you my equal, my wife, we be tight like. Two perfectly matching calligraphy lines. . We dont wanna build our house.
Oyoide Oyoide. Kimochi ii hodo ni mi wo yudanete. GOAL no nai iki saki ni mukatte. . Kono sora ni ana ga aite. Suikomare sou ni nattara. Tossa ni tsubuyaku kotoba kiite ne.
Aishiau futari shiawase no sora. Tonari dooshi anata to atashi sakuranbo. . Techou hiraku to mou ni-nen tatsu naa tte. Yappa jikkan suru ne nandaka teretari suru ne.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain, can't even rest.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain, can't even rest.
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism. Which gives a response, for the automatic. Clip to release projectiles in single file. Forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very much appreciate it. (Yes indeed). If you add a tad bit more mids. And a little more lows to the mic.
Somehow, someway. We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day. Somehow, someway. We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day.
*sounds of a baby crying*. . *pharaohe monch whining*. . Pharoahe:. . God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads. They can't fuck with me, I try to explain to the name won't misses.
Get the fuck up!. Simon says get the fuck up!. Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!). Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?. Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh).
Aww, man, you like the best thing I've seen all day. I'm saying, "Give me a moment. One minute, one minute. Aww, come on, sis". . Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up?.
Lig wakker in me bed. Mijn hoofd vol met gedachten. De tijd tikt langzaam door. Slapeloze nachten. En de zon breekt langzaam door. Me ogen reeds gesloten.