We've all seen enough, now it's time to decide The meekness of love or the power of pride It doesn't matter if you're good or smart Goddamn it, things fall apart
Love red and broken by the cloud Don't let the shield of make up Twisted and tangled in this web of tricks You've spun for me No idle prayers, blind
You are all... We don't even come to see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat, We would starve to death
Than losing the one thing that you love Is having the one thing that you love, turned into everything that you fucking hate It all just falls apart from
ve all seen enough, now it's time to decide The meekness of love or the power of pride It doesn't matter if you're good or smart God damn it, things fall apart
Tradução: El infierno es para los Héroes. Things Fall Apart.
Tradução: Las raíces. Ley de Ganado .. Things Fall Apart.
with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart
clones is missing in Action, mysterious magnetic attraction wit that thing My melody like Nat King, and MC's is so un-inter-esting Forever givin y'all the next best thing
What? Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it
[Black Thought - amidst ad libbing voices] What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin new, nuttin new.. What? Nuttin new.. check Nuttin new, nuttin new,
(feat. Dice Raw & Beanie Siegal) [Scratch intro] Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies
is hopeless, you really need to focus On who's the fuckin dopelist or wind up hopeless Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup some fuckin loot, only thing
First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things
* About 35 seconds of ad libs * [Black Thought] We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1
never fathom a grasp because [Elo] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical *Bitch* my raps trick your optical Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart