on solar beams A dying race to find survival here For our kind to plant our seeds Our analysis of the atmosphere Was good and so we touched the ground
you. Cause if she roll with us, She won't even miss you. [The Game:] Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack, Before it hit the ground she throw it back
know I came from (Southside Bronx) From "In Livin' Color" to movie scripts To "On the 6" to "J.Lo" to this Headline clips I stay grounded as the
: I got this great idea about why I got in reverse I was so out of control it just got worse I hope you got more sense than I, side step the curse I
face first hit the ground never around so in the fucking mind you're dead and now that you're alone you want to be my friend to foe who got control now
fuckin problem, down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball, understand I gotta plan, to get me some green, I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz
control... Hierarchal classes Split the masses - pray your ranking's high. Off - white, low - life, nuisance in a flawless Life, ground underfoot like
about to hit the ground. When you begin to deny all of your Past lives... When you begin to deny that you can't Defend your lies... In total, In control
thank you sir" I don't wanna go What am I doing here I feel so sick with fear God don't let it show I must control myself You must control me too Cover
money Got too many guns Yo pitiful life ain't got no meaning And I know you Scheming LIL Burna done got legit now Bitch you sit on the ground you get on the ground
take time out to beat this shit up, get up Feel us it's the real niggas The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas and we roll wit cold killers
for me, I'm standing shaking ground, And I'm been thinking that I'm gonna lose it, [Chorus:] Cause I'm losing my head, I'm losing my mind, I'm losing control
damn! You know the way we roll we're fucking outta control Got them hos sayin damn! You know the way we roll we're fucking outta control Got them hos
: [Intro:] This is a national security alert. Ground music. Flipmode. Aftermath. [Verse 1:] Here we go! Back with the most venomous rap I be the god
the pain i'm out of control i'm in a hurricane head and heart have broken down out of control i'm in a hurricane hurricane... win some ground but lose
i'm out of control i'm a hurricane hitting it hard, i'm broken down i'm out of control, i'm in a hurricane win some ground but lose you it's never
gruesome meal Rancid feast live on death Corpses dangle lifeless gray and cold Rotting flesh the meat hooks lose their Hold Stenching body falls onto the ground