we were taught Differ far from those today. The devil is rubbing both his hands, Proud of what he's accomplished. All rotten, Forgotten... Those sacred rules
what you will with me, I'm yours On the Fields of Death Carnage Carnage Rules The Fields Of Death Carnage Carnage Rules The Fields Of Death Carnage rules
Prijevod: Sacred Steel. Carnage Pravila Polja smrti.
, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder It's that real shit, Rule
want the truth or something beautiful? I am happy to deceive you Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who you want me to be Sacred lies and telling
You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh! You gotta make something outta nothing at all I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and
the pack, these cats lacking Just because you be having a dragon don't mean you got the fire It ain't nothing to play with, it's sacred My pen is the
, yeah, you know the whole gods Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, Rza's the rhyme now, the sacredness
Equal Actual Life In The Youth Every single day, I hear lie after lie Like, "Black people don't die, we multiply" So, when I kick a rhyme, I represent how I feel The sacred
't nobody talking because that's the rules of the soil We beef over rap, the government beef over oil We beef in the track They beat on sacred, royal,
money For I never was that kind Silver threads and golden needles Can't patch up this heart of mine I grew up in in faded gingham Where love is a sacred
t heard There was someone there beside me, swimming like richard iii And I'm still smiling Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools . . . Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules
't heard There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III And I'm still smiling Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules
guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers
from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark Easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers
When there is light from up above Then there will come a sacred dove To the basement, to the basement When there is fear you won't have to cry Napkins
Restless soul enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something don't you do it too...too... Small
a Marshall stack twenty feet tall And grills a porterhouse I say, burn, burn Burn, Ross, burn!! Plantkillers, plantkillers Plantkillers try to rule my world Plantkillers, plantkillers Plantkillers try to rule
