Getting off my ass. Getting on my feet. Gotta get going, I'm ready to compete. Keeping the pace. Gonna win the race. I'm running, I'm running, running for my life.
If I heard you say. Our world is everything. I would be dreaming. Of living quietly. . And if I heard you say. The world's too cold to touch. I could change your mind.
Foo D-D-D-Dang. Better watch your step, on the streets we bang (On the streets we claim!). You need to be ashamed (Calling out your name!). You acting foo dang (You acting foo dang!).
(claude s.). . As I sit here alone,. A teacup falls. On the floor.. . And all I can do,. Is think of the fragments. In your heart.... I can.. . I know better than to laugh,.
(claude s./dania morales). . I saw the fall. And still I don't believe it with my eyes. I still recall. All the hours I waited as a child. . All the things I wanted.
As these words are turning I keep thinking this will never end.. At times I get lonely and I need someone to confide in.. Always under pressure and I never take time to relax..
(claude s.). . I have 45 second to show you,. How your heart was torn by. Disilusions, trapped by all the whims. That you created, shaking with a. Fear....
(Anybody Killa). How ya doin'? It's me again!. Underneath the concrete. Sewage of the underworld, where the fuckin' dead sleep. Creepin' and crawlin' with the stench of a rat.
Driving down the road, I see the brakelights ahead. Someone's crashed their car and they might be dead. Might be dead. . I can't help myself, but I must look and see.
[Anybody Killa: ]. Where you at mother fucker?. Heard you been talking shit,. But everytime I come around its like you seen to forget,. Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip,.
We love to spend our life in a tour bus on the road. In this song you get a glimpse, welcome to our abode. Been to many places, we've done alot of gigs.
Have you heard that Pakis stink. Jews are cheap, bad drivers are Chink. Have you heard that Spics will steal. Japs are sneaks, a Gypsy's deal. Racial hostility.
[Anybody Killa: ]. Right Place,. Right Time,. Close Call,. What Does It Matta?. Clean get away keeping my dirty pockets fatter. Smooth operation plans well thought out.
I gotta reservation. For the man who thinks he's brave. He's got a fascination. That'll take him to his grave. Mental masturbation. Euphoria in the state.
When Im alone in my room smoking on this bong. In the back of my mind I wish Christine was called. Because I loved that bitch even though she dead. She the best hoe that ever gave me head.
Invading your privacy by authoritative rule. Finding a culprit or maybe a mule. Law breaking citizen tries to keep it cool. Keep it cool. You must try to obstain.
help me!. in the casket, buried six feet deep. help me!!. in the casket, buried six feet deep. help me!!. in the casket, buried six feet deep. help me!!.
Revenge's a dish best served when it s cold. I m a predator, a wolf in the fold. Menace to society, a deranged psychopath. I m the bastard who brings on the blood bath.
Charlie Brown please don't come around because you're weed is dodo brown and it smells like the ground. Your still my homie, but with that weed you don't know me. When i inhale this, the stalness creeps up on me. Charlie..
Shadow on my shoulder. Someone's watching me. Shadow on my shoulder. A lost entity. Subtle and silent. A whisper on the wind. Benevolent and quiet. Uneasiness sets in.