Staring at the world through the whole you put in my hand That was caused by a blade you gently inserted I did this for you, I did this for you Not for
Staring at the world through the whole you put in my hand. That was caused by a blade you gently inserted. I did this for you, not for your religon, not
Übersetzung: Norma Jean. Shotgun Message.
Übersetzung: Luti-Kriss. Shotgun Message.
Scream out with raging tone and unsung words countless fears of days to come plastic lies and sacrifice towards hopeless ends of ignorance. this will
We will watch your burning body rearranging space and time seeing life from a different perspective unclear unstoppable a veil of hope surrounds my heart
I could focus on your beauty forever looking deeply between the lines how you brandish smiles and sweet words a cut throat with good intentions a voice
As we walk through the ruins clouds turn day to night. it starts to pour the rain looks so beautiful running mascara has never been worn so well. as
Like the smell of wet cement you calm me this sweet smell ive missed for so long its been one year since ive inhaled this peace so close your eyes as
As i survey the cities of artificial love, the sky looks cracked overhead and blood fills the night with eyes wide shut i see it all broken ghosts shout
ins Auge, wie Wesley Snipes in Demolition Man. Ich bin back im Biz, Text im Griff, Fresse Bitch, Rapper sind lacherlich. Besser versteck dich, ich verletz Message
L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
So so now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin' into our conversation, saying the message
gets my Gucci on my baby likes alotta Prada She goin' shoppin' till she drops She knows den gotta gotta But she not shotgun in the slab Oh no I got a shotta He keep that shotgun
couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies 'Cause I will survive, brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun
but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fled But who the fuck would do somethin' so brazen and reckless? Had to be some niggaz tryin' to send a message
Street Sinatra, here to tease the shopra? Yuk and Tech nigga, Godzilla and Mothra Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya Pop the glock to get the message