quiet. a dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song to ruin what it left behind. a bare sole longing for the feel of concrete, and a lone voice
Prijevod: Milijuna mrtvih. Pjesma u propast.
quiet. A dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song to ruin, What it left behind. a bare sole longing for the feel of concrete and a lone voice
for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real Killer Einstein nigga that's a mill
Pagan Love Song We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs Eating dead flowers bleeding in a strange daze I was cutting throats and eating tears Smiling in a ruined
, planning a new mode of attack He's quite unconcerned about chance or risk The Major General's a hard nut to crack Oh yes, he designs a cruise missile
've got caught Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought A puppet on a string with no heart A fool and his money will always part You used to be a rapper, turned into a
, but what do we see? Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery. So much money spent on war <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a
in the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick
prepare I want Mumia out the cage the time for action is here [P.E.A.C.E. - Haiku de Tat] This is a P.S.A. to the P.S.C. and the P.P.D. Mumia Abu Jamal
the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick
to ruin The image and the style ya all been pursuin Who you foolin I see through you like a tunnel entrance On wax you gangsta, trouble visits and your gun is missin You created a
