We're lost on the run Without any tears we are gliding Into the sun Ready to follow the call of fame We aren't the ones to die Far from home we are strangers
We' re lost on the run Without any fears we are gliding Into the sun Ready to follow the call of fame We aren't the ones to die Far from home we are
Tradução: Freedom Call. Llame de la Fama.
like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme You can call
skies Sad faces, bloody reigns But shining eyes I play the tunes for my brothers and Glen The woods of my childhood call me again For the colours of freedom
: You were God from the outset, powerful and creative You had sought us here before You called all the stars and the earth to existence You are God
we have heard your call Prophecies will become reality By mounds and plains you'll destroy the enemies Osyrhia's light will shine once again Gods of war, lands of freedom
: ("Nas is . . ." -Nas) 7x [Nas] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap
hit n' miss? A misdirection, most in all this desperation Is this what they call freedom? Is this what you call pain? Is this what they call discontented fame
Government chain, breakin off the slavery chain From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and pain Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim Call in Fergusons
rocks rebounding Let the war cry sounding Summon all at Cambria's Call The haughty for surrounding Men of Harlech on to glory See your banner famed
to represent me!-The warm up! Yea, the warm up!-yea the warm up (This is, the warm up!) Verse Two Ay, look heaven or hell, you choose Freedom or jail
of the game Government chain, breakin off the slavery chain From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and pain Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim Call
make it look like heaven in this hell hole. thats just how it is huh drop a little cheese on em. i see e on her i see me on her.Call yo friend a bitch
Fire like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme You can call
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein' born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
're probably gonna have to kill me. I can't be held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
me I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill 16 in a 7-7 Seville Hillwood the place I gain my fame Back in '86
