It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush. Speak up. The word on the street is the Rampage return. . One time, two times, three times, four times. All my real live soldiers throw your hands up.
Yeah come on, come on, check it out. (Rockkkkkkkkkk). This is how we do it. (Roll). Yeah come on, everything. (Rolllllllllllllllll). Flipmode, Violator.
You came crashing into my life. You pretend to work on a holy strife. Only for whites and your disciples. A bunch of fools breaking all the rules. . You are filled with hate and it must come out.
Words and phrases are lining up in my head. I'm catching my breath before I lay another verse on the table. I can't sleep in this bed. Try to embrace them all.
Already building on burial ground. Already ignoring the bullet sound. Don't waste your life on powder illusions. It seem to be the easy solution. . Life's hard, never an easy way.
I love the stars, the dark, the moon, the satellites. This is when I write, so how could I fear the night?. Instead it's when a glimpse of light appears.
You climb the fence to follow trends.. You collect the scars just to go far.. And I despise what you sacrifice to be number one.. But what have you done ?.
Welcome to my...wicked is my insane game.... . Fighting for the real exciting challenge. Making the Devil pleased every day. I just hope that I can manage.
I am running as fast as i can. I can feel them but I see no chain. It seems I can do only just one step. I feel caught like a fly in a web. I see the people around me.
Lifeless frozen fields lay in the twilight mist,. dusk sky lowered, grey clouds are gathering.. Night lowers it's wings on the dismal snow deserts,. nightfall lays on the snow forests and meadows..
I didn't go out today. I won't go out tomorrow. I'll just sit at home. and wallow in my sorrow. have you got some hope i can borrow. I used to think so big.
Giant steps are what you take. Walking on the moon. I hope my legs don't break. Walking on the moon. We could walk forever. Walking on the moon. We could live together.
Urodziles sie wolny. Naklamali ci. Niby wszystko juz mozesz. Lecz nie zdzialasz nic. . Nigdy nie jestes sam. Obserwuja cie. Wszystko co robisz. Notowane jest.
Szary dzien, szara noc. Powszednia nasza rzeczywistosc. I tylko czasem w inny swiat. Przenosi nas cudowny. Piwa smak. . Zyjemy tu bez zadnych szans. Na lepsze jutro, jasniejszy dzien.
From time to time. Such a day returns. Not knowiing from here. Indecision appears. . Sad moments hard time. Sad moments hard time. . Through grey streets.
Ahora si, que va a llover. pero despues, siempre vuelve la sed,. dame cafe para afincar, un ritmo asi. vamo arrancar.. Educacion, opresion, del espiritu por la razon.
Suena mi alarma temprano en la manana. Y la frisa me tiene agarrao' por una pata. Me hago mi cafe y el azucar ya se acabo. Me lo mando asi y a hullir check out the clock.
why can the bodies fly (mike vanguard and ed yonder, lyrics by i. gaim) copyright control 1982 phonogram g.m.b.h.. . atomism is a way / in the crowded world today /little dancing tendr child / why have all your dreams gone by.
What if the world was made of glazed doughnuts?. You would be like "Man, that's fuckin' sweet, I can't believe the world is made of doughnuts.". . What if your hands were made of hotpockets?.
Don't try to tell me you're just a different kind of freak. The more you think you're loved the more scars on your knees. Shit packing lazy f*c*ers suing for your dreams.