Parlami. Il tuo silenzio guarda dentro.. Non Resisterò.. . E' un attimo. Nel tuo vuoto sento che. io non ce la farò. . Walk on by. You walk on by.. . Wondering why..
As the time and space are moving. Another gate is closing. Here I feel safe. And I don't want to go back to my world. . Cybersleep feels so real. Memory cut to shape.
Want to get closer, in too deep. Where there is something I wish for Ill go through. Want to get closer into you. No hell to discover. Ive got it all inside myself.
What is it for?. What is sacred?. In my circle of regrets. circle of regrets. . today I'm drawing circles. in my memory, in the pages of my life. . That's me for a long time.
No more rain,. And no more hate as I am sick of lies. And I have no respect. You have failed. You're underestimating my surprise. Of agony and pain. .
Destruction.. . War.. . To fight in defense. Forgotten words. of friendly hate.. . War - destruction. War - destruction. . I dont know why.. A soul deceased.
Do you remember my friend. When I was frozen and dead inside. A piece of nothing in this world. Till I heard she said. . Three nights of hell. Immortality spell.
Come to me. To feel my protection. A countdown to my revelation. No more respect. For your regrets. . And your time has come. . The naked truth is in disguise.
There is somethin'. In your eyes. Flowin' them over. Stealing all the harmony. Which lives in me. Your hands. Are covering my tears. Oh, why?. . There's a sort.
Ray of light annoying as a cold breath in the eyes. Water falls down. . Lights around are flashing. And in meat a razorblade. Water falls down. . Seems to be the day.
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga. We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens. Kids clappin', love to spark the place. Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on their face.
I'm so sick. Of wasting all my time. Trying to compromise. I'm so sick. Of exclamation marks. Shouting we're in the dark. I'm so sick. Confusion lies and fear.
I'm so sick. Of wasting all my time. Trying to compromise. I'm so sick. Of exclamation marks. Shouting we're in the dark. I'm so sick. Confusion lies and fear.
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There are signs on the ring. Which make me feel so down. There's one to enslave all rings. To find them all in time. And drive them into darkness. Forever they'll be bound.
Verse. . You said that you've lost me. I didn't believe it. I'm expecting a new low for me. So i'm going home. Yeah maybe I could fight it. If only I had time to.
(Fat Joe). Yeah, Yeah (Mmm). This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm). Italiano (what) Ya know da deli. Aha, Aha Dirtman. Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo.
[Remy Martin]. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Check it. .
Yo, I'ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors. Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off. Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all. Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fatter than yours.
[Intro - Prospect Park]. Yeah. What up man, this yo boy Prospect right here man. T-Squad BX you know what it is man. It's been a long time man. Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy.