Letras:
Far Cut Out

. To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right. Am I all right? It's mine, all mine. Tu-ra lu-ra Cut-out, you're a doll. You're cut out to fit right in

buy a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst

JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on

it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him Im far from

real lairy In the pub he acted obsured and he came onto a boxer's bird so he got knocked out face swelled up like a rainbow trout his girl found out the

" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut

I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But

have bitches come out of pajama But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the slammer Me and my fama out there dirty be actin nutty with ?Buddy

to go We can't wait one more day We need someone to light up the way We may run out of time Can you hear what we say? Because heaven is so far away Although