Letras:
Sick Of It All The Innocent

With patronizing smiles you move on, and on An agenda all your own While the pain and scorn Are yours and yours alone to stop It's been said all before

With patronizing smiles you move on, and on An agenda all your own While the pain and scorn Are yours and yours alone to stop It's been said all before

ve ever dreamed of If only you could see (If only you could see) Should I apologize with such pathetic eyes Just the sight of you has made me sick tonight (tonight) It

: Whoa, oh, yeah, She was so young with such innocent eyes She always dreamt of a fairytale life And all the things your money can't buy She thought

Now first of all I'm the boss I just wanna get that across Man even my Dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche

sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like

what other people say This gives me higher meaning Better learn or just give in Go on now, hold your head Higher than any man Feel the flow, get with it

chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension

but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who