Tradução: Justicia. Ni idea.
money awaits me, if my numbers appeared [CHORUS:] Who's the man behind the mask? Who put the poison in the flask? Who you gonna call? A man like me? No idea, no idea
out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
we create together? I still know every politician Is a fucking monster. Culture kills bureaucrats And all other undesireables. History said we died for freedom, But today no justice
oil for us Take over, set up a public government, Arabs ain't bearing it So the same freedom fighters, George W. call 'em terrorists Poetic justice, payback
. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea
stole my idea you stole my idea everybody's anxious for the coming of the crisis the collapse of the justice i can smell your armpits you stole my idea
: [Bonus track] [Poison Idea cover] Young and dumb, truth and justice, fantasy Fresh out of the academy Five-time loser bust his head, make your day
totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams since when did black men become kings? [The-Dream] You have no idea the means to what I say and you have no idea
, your face, his face Can't go on with this shit Running out of time, Got no time to lose Here I'm standing, got no ideas The truth, they say, will
night Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middle-weight crown Had no idea
figure time runs out very fast. We used to want the same things, yeah, but that's all in the past. Lately it seems as it all gets tougher, your idea of justice
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea
Start from the beginning and tell me your tale again how you stand for justice you stand for rightness and though we stand tall we'd all have done the
tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
