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Africa Bambaataa Feel the rhythm of the Africa Bambaataa Are you ready for the new age? They are setting the stage For the renegades To control your
Sonically, we're in control We're the diamond in your soul Images come thick and fast From the future, from the past The film starts, the film ends Nothing
How many ya guys say want freestyle? There will be no blows not freestyle This style is not free, this style is expensive alright Hold tight youth Love
Inspection! Get ever'ting ship-shape an' shine. Check. Check one. Hot shot! Boom shot all kind of shot We don't take dat back, hehehehehehehe Whatcha
How many bridges can they burn till we turn? How many lives can they take till we break? How many dreams terrorized till we rise? How many visions must
I've got to stand and fight in this creation Vanity I know can't guide I alone I'm searching to find a love that lasts all time I've just got to find
Afrika Bambaataa Feel the rhythm of the Afrika Bambaataa Are you ready for the new age They are setting the stage For the renegades To control your mind
Verse I I have a question Can I takeover our creation of love Gimme your attention And give me all of your trust Let me show you all of me And additions
Burn burn, burn burn Burn burn burn Open up, now open up You lied, you faked, you cheated, you changed the stakes Magnet toss that pie in the sky, unrehearsed
Earth, what a sufferation, yeah, sufferer I would rather live my life as a poor man Than to live in a corruption From when me born me grow in sufferation
Danger in every corner I have become pure water I can identify, I close my eyes I wear my sword at my side I wear my sword at my side Cleanse me deep
Tradução: Vaya banda de sonido. Leftfield - Swords.
Tradução: Vaya banda de sonido. Espadas [leftfield].
Tradução: Leftfield. Liberar la presión.
Tradução: Leftfield. Original.
Tradução: Leftfield. Abierto hasta.
Tradução: Leftfield. Poema siglo 21.
