Letras:
Rush Of Fools For Those

for those For those who are poor For those who are broken, those who mourn For those bound by chains with no way to freedom but for grace But for grace

Tryin' to come up on somethin', bubblin'! I'm a say this really, really, really loud! Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never!

to find But I know - gotta go Haven't got the information but there's one thing I know Gotta go - gotta show those damn fuckers that I ain't no fool

the hell away, Go down the cafe For a cup of real tea. By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool who sells papers in the rush hour. I hand to

was all in place But the girl had the pitbull face So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid Oh lord god forbid My homies see me at the motel Cause those fools

they wanna bone Creased up with the lone that's how I leave my home Twenty three, a pelon ready to die for vocal tones My boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for

they wanna bone Creased up with the lone that's how I leave my home Twenty three, a pelon ready to die for vocal tones My boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for

looking boy That's a real good looking boy That's a real good looking boy That's a real good looking boy Wise men say Only fools, only fools rush in

ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush