Ce soir je marche beaucoup. ce soir je t'aime reculons. demain je pars pour Londres. demain il faut croire, je vole. Et je me moque. que tu m'aies pas regard.
They're tiny and they're teeny,. Much smaller than a beany,. They never can be seeny,. The Atoms Family.. . They are so small.. (snap,snap). They're round like a ball..
I am. I am searching. I am searching for faith, beauty and hip-hop. I am searching for all those who died between hip hop and heaven. And all souls set adrift and free from bedlam.
You can crush me. Control me. Harass me. Deny me. Enslave me in chains. But you will never hold me. Blind me. Defy me. Crush me. Control me. Harass me.
Test Don Test. Attica Blues. . Test don test this is just an intro. A small sampling of what the lyrical machine is capable of. Do not test .. warning highly volatile ...
From paper to pen, from pen to paper. Breathe these whispered words. From what was once, to what now has to be. Breathe these whispered words. And when the blue ink dries, and when we both have cried.
Got a secret. Hidden in the corner of your mind. You want to free it. But you found that you just can't decide. . Crumpled paper. Holding pieces of our words at play.
Divide us in silence. Content within your cell. But when you stole the light. Open the dividers. And your sole device. Hoping that you know just when to stop.
You, my allies concentrate. Powers of nature, storm and typhoon. Wind and cyclone, tornado, storm tide. Surprise attack. . Triumph at dawn. When the world is still asleep.
you know deep inside we are all out for pain. we`re condemning, forturing. and killing again and again waiting for deliverance. being nailed to the cross.
You know deep inside me are all out of pain. We're condemning, torturing, killing again and again. Waiting for deliverance being nailed to the cross. Hanging there like Jesus Christ.
I feel like a falling leaf. Departed from my source of life. Dipping into the ground. To become one with the earth. . Todessehnsucht, wo bleibt die Gerechtigkeit.
Again I feel the dirty ground. I stand with my boots on. Rotten, decelerated. Holy place raped motherland. . We fought side by side. We held the banners high.
Open your eyes and we confront the misery. Listen to what I say, just latch onto the words forever. Who are you fighting for? Who are you fighting for?.
You said, you said, that everything would just work out in the end,. But I swear, I stare, into the face of adversity again. . There's no turning back now,.
Heavy sea, red burning water. Lava is floating, smoke is blowing. Before it was a precious island. Now not even ruins left. . Drowned to the ground of the ocean.
There's somebody else inside my head. That's telling me to give up. It's telling me to give up.. . I'm being taken down. From the inside out.. I think i'm gonna die here..
Sinful, I have taken life by life. Mortality a gift you have to make. Blood and sweat is the nourishment. Bloody victim, the hunt is your painful end.
[Originally performed by Camouflage]. . Some people suppress you. They partch you. And reap a disaster. Reeducation for the enfants. Who demanded for an innocent instance.