I'll leave a trail of fire across this desert just to see the desperation in your eyes. I'll leave a trail of fire across this desert just to see the
I'll leave a trail of fire across this desert just to see the desperation in your eyes you think you've suffered well you ain't seen shit yet the pain
Prijevod: Murder By Death. Pustinja je na vatru.
the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me, now the
slow down baby [Joe Budden] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs They
death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
, I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I
or patent shoon On velvet tundra or virgin peak by glacier drift or draw In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom by avalanche fang or claw By battle murder
would have us all share their death. History is simply a justification for oppression, Written by those who practice it. It is being constantly changed
me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
it back, by the bent ride If you're deaf, nigga rewind Full slept, fill the chalkline O-D, is on the war crime [Ill Bill] You gots to murder me 'cause
black sand storm is approaching the metropolis Sucking up sunlight it moves ontop of us Beaches of black sand are littered with dead fish Black sand deserts
on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em And I
or patent shoon; On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier, drift or draw; In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom, by avalanche, fang or claw; By battle, murder
.? forced in the desert and into sandy graves children were murdered while their mothers were raped babies were thrown in the air and impaled on swords nothing but death
up on the cold dawn of the opening scene. There's been a semi-revolve so that the garden is now visible, bathed by ae eerie glow, disruped by patrol
