Verse 1 You live your life in your house that has so many memories And they have built up inside the walls over all of the years Imagine all things that
Verse1 Turn up at the scene we bring our eski full of drinks Put our chairs in a circle so we can all sit And skull the drinks that we bought with my
: Una vez mas de regreso en el microfono Como no haciendote brincar con pegajoso flow Que habla de la vida diaria lo cotidiano Siento que me elevo cuando
draw between your dream world and reality Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe Lies feed your judgement of others Behold how the blind lead each other The philosopher
: "I am wiser than this man; It is likely that neither of us knows anything worthwhile, But he thinks he knows something when he does not Whereas when
de joyeux fetards Qui se couchent a l'aurore et se levent tres tard, Ne pensant qu'a aimer ou jouer de la guitare. Ils n'ont dans la vie que cette philosophie
that street talk, cause that street talk is dead) (philosophical gangsta) (you aren't afraid are you?) (NOO! No no no) (philosophical gangsta) (Thanks
: (Bonus Track) Yo vengo siempre a escucharte a ti y no te veo en mi iglesia, a escucharme a mi porque yo hablo de lo que se, mientras que tu nos cuentas
: C: "IO VENGO SEMPRE AD ASCOLTARE TE, PERCHE TU NO IN CHIESA.. AD ASCOLTARE ME?" F: "PERCHE IO PARLO DI CIO CHE HO VISTO, MENTRE TU DI CIO CHE. TI
: Basically, I got beef, I wanna talk to you directly, I Can?t ignore, I can't escape, and that's cause, you Affect me, you cripple me, you shackle
: When you hearin' the water, you feel like a turtle Releasin' your tension, the stress and disorder It's big in America - Stephanie, Erica - both of
: So yea basicaly alot of people ask me how life was then... so here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me
: My tragedy's different My life's deep, listen, Gotta bail, I'm limpin Walked outta hell's kitchen Why bother cherishin' My past is everything, wrong
: [Verse 1:] So good things comes for those wait, sure I've waited about pop pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this
: [speaking] 1.2.1.2 [Chorus:] I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born, I was promised loving, but instead I was torn, La la la, la la la
: So - In the beginning there was hum from a poet whose pulse fell Drum drum drum! He would perform prayers and all till one day he heard a voice call
