We've got to stand a little closer To what it is we're leaning on Who was it that first said it? Could it be he could be wrong About the pilgrims and
There's a map of the world on the wall in your room Green pins where you want to go White pins where you've been, there isn't even ten Your already feeling
Übersetzung: Monsters Of Folk. Say Please.
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe in you But God, I know you have your reasons
just because it's not accepted, doesn't mean it ain't allright. just another frozen kid who's tryin to make it true tonite. ordinary pens and notebooks
The brakeman is letting off some steam This has to be the slowest train that I have ever seen And the sandman?s waiting to deliver me my dream Guess
some livin' Well the leader of the Pythons Is a kid they just call Zero Now Terry's pop says these kids are some kind of monsters But Terry says "No,
Listens to the music and begins to sway Dreamin' acid dreams of a hippie souffle Hey hey hey What do they taste like - Some kind a' treat? How many hippies can this monster
, hell yeah I smoke drank and pop pills, nigga dis my party where do u live, who let chu in who'd chu get her, gucci go bunka, mad da flow is monster, old folks
Hence this pen is atlas Backing this ball of madness Cracked and dead Set in math and headin fast To crash this anti-accident With heads and monster markers
gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity About the youngsters amongst us You think they respect the law They think they monsters, they love us, reality
I ain't crying or whining about my enviornment Even though black folk is dying constant Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience Conscious, and pompous white folk
many trees Where there was we'd tear them down And use them on our enemies They say that what you mock Will surely overtake you And you become a monster So the monster
: [First Verse] X-Raided locc never was a choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga
Go on squirt, bitch dis this business here for grown folks If you ain't got no money then take yo', take your Broke ass home folk I'm talkin' 8 figures
must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster
't many trees Where there was, we tear them down And use them on our enemies They say that what you mock Will surely overtake you And you become a monster So the monster
pay my taxes and they give us no pity About the youngsters amongst us You think they respect the law They think they monsters, they love us, reality