Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing. Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence. Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin'.
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing. Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence. Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin'.
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out. Giva fuck. . [Sticky Fingaz]. This is AK-47, banana clip rap. Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped. P-89 your mind, you won't forget that.
[Sticky Fingaz - Talking]. I think one right here.... Is long over due. All ya'll. All ya'll. . [Sticky Fingaz]. To all my sisters all across the world.
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too,. Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.. . Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoo hoo".
In the month of December on the 25th day,. We observe a Holy Celebration,. And with joyful hearts deck the halls in glad array,. And we sing in praise and adoration,.
Hikarabita kotoba wo tsunaide. Soredemo boku no shinpuru na. Omoi wo tsutaetai dakenano. Fukinukeru kusunda ano hi no kaze wa. Kinou no haikyo ni uchisutete.
There are a million things you'll never get to do. You had your way before and where'd it get you to. Waking up on the floor and sleeping in your shoe.
Speaking before you figure it out. Not always right but never in doubt. Stepping inside for now. Your mind is read. Fall down dead. . Into the dark, out of the room.
(S. David/E. Monet/T. Lacroix/M. Chamberlain). Encore un nouveau dpart. Nouvelle tentative. Pour poser un genou. Tuer le souvenir. J'ai continu y croire.
(S. David/E. Monet/T. Lacroix/M. Chamberlain). Encore un nouveau dpart. Nouvelle tentative. Pour poser un genou. Tuer le souvenir. J'ai continu y croire.
Breathing underwater. . Two suns in a closed jar.. Liquefy the viper for the show.. Cut the cord and breathe deep.. Racing in a dead sleep.. . Sympathize in silence for the crow..
I would have given my world to see. You deliver the jailer's key. I'd give you the credit. And take what went wrong. . I would have given 'most anything.
The words that I speak. Don't always match. The feelings to which. They are attached. . So just what kind of man is that. Who gives you words. Then takes all of them back.
My eyes close like the curtains after a play. And my mind opens like a vista, gold in hue.. And my thoughts run like a river under an ocean. And the sandman is given his due (yes he is, yes he is).
She rocked me back and forth 'til I quit crying.. she looked into that baby face of mine. and in an angels voice, she sang this lullaby. until my slumber carried me into the night..
Hope, could it be so lost?. Or is it under appreciated just like the rest?. Death, couldn't be so bad. Or is it under appreciated just like the rest?.
I wish you a sucky christmas,. I wish you a sucky christmas,. I wish you a shitty christmas,. and hate Richard Gere. . I wish you a shitty christmas,.
A stable place in the scheme was all that you asked for,. You find it hard to concentrate through the laughter. . Use the height of competence, to break the common ground.
Target locked and ruthless. You're poised to get your basis back, how detrimental. Pathetic basket case that went unheard. As innocence, a dirty word, is annihilated.