You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut I can't breathe, I'm in need, where's my
I open my eyes, but I still manage to dream This cold bathroom floor, now just feels like home to me I stumble to the mirror, and I naturally start to
Übersetzung: And Then I Turned Sieben. Wenn Sie mit dem Schwert leben, sterben Sie By The Sword.
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I
ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like a carwreck, Then I give you the tribute to the Rippa Tech, And I slash ya, afta, I'm so glad your
a catastrophe The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter Horrific torture by prolific authors Shape and mold MC's, like I
read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough, and then I?ll call your bluff Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think I?ll go on For more millenniums
without a thought, he murders all that's good . . . I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could . . . Oh God - if I agree, what horrors wait for
beat then I... I... I... I... Yes, ladies and gentlemen We have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you ready? Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I
and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your
black, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go Because I'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder and
read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on for more Milleniums
And Its Seven Seals Then I Saw A Lamb Looking As If It Had Been Slain Standing In The Centre Of The Throne Encircled By The Four Living Creatures And
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I
any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good . . . I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could . . . Oh God - if I agree, what
