to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole
our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Who stole the soul? Who stole the soul? Who stole the soul
refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole
Tradução: Public Enemy. ¿Quién se robó el alma?.
d But how you sell soul to a Souless people who sold their soul? I guess we all got stole on By some of the same cats That sold ya soul out Dj lord
No pimp glasses mugs Or cups and things Or whatever the hell they be Carryin Dont treat my highs too high Or my lows too low You wont see my soul souled
we be re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite flavor, gave up, +Hype+ to Public Enemy I like the mic I
a happy mother(eh) Its the one that tapped the (uhhh!) That you mentioned to the demons that Went and stole the soul And got a Public Enemy like Chuckie
wanna be Hobbys turned to robberys They killin me The gun didn't know I was loaded Devil attempts to get heroes railroaded Stole the ball from lost souls
Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
cause we be re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite flavor, gave up, +Hype+ to Public Enemy I like the
seeds, original first Sun, moon and stars, original black Gods Sixteen shades'll show and prove who you are Sixteen gold, basically, when you were stole
philosophy cause we be re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite flavor, gave up, +Hype+ to Public Enemy
