They've taken shovels to the underground, Because we've buried the bravest sounds. And there has to be a better way, to let these graves see the light
pas On sort cru jusqu'au sang surpuissant Faut que tu sentes l'aisance rimes et assonance Fait l'effort, capte le sens des textes a l'essence Le crew frappe grave
pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick My mom turn in her grave
on your mind other than me Girl, you got to change your crazy ways You hear me Say you're leavin' on a seven thirty train and that you're headin' out to Hollywood
eh eh eh porque yo nose bailar ye ye ye yo eh eh eh Directamente desde el ano 3000 El princi Im sorry for you _______ El mueca Eco The lab Don hollywood Don hollywood
me a crookedy croo at 6am He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M. Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere. But I sweared on my grandmother grave
get HOOK [Verse 2] See what this game made, and *of age I came* And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game *I went from Marcy to Hollywood
take our secrets to the grave We want this and we want it that way All we ever talk about is what we say We take our secrets to the grave Times like
: Fortune, fame Mirror vain Gone insane But the memory remains Heavy rings on fingers wave Another star denies the grave See the nowhere crowd
but if you're lookin' for a fist and you're lookin' to unite put your knuckleheads together make a fist and fight not to your death and not to your grave
: Silver scents of saint augustine fire in the ground between my better teeth we're dancing on the poison in their graves at the end of the night we'
didn't even hear a sound no one gave a damn if I was there or away if I died and went to hell, they'd throw a party on my grave and they'd all say, "
