matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world I'
Übersetzung: Amerika. Fallin 'Off The World.
doesn't matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world
ll change If yah help me But Don't fall apart Rest In Peace To Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato To much for this cold world to take Ended up being fatal Every women in America
Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me
Killing others by the dozen, as the human race falls victim to our own self destruction We gotta change the way we live cause it's the same fucked up world
you try to lie and lie And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker
But I know) You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything You've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall....for
Instead of peace talk, fuck this world I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon Fuck this world, that's why we
: The Fear [x2] Of A Black Man Dick The Worlds Greatest Fear [Verse 1:] Scoopin' Dee Lop Street Hop Dats All We Do Guess What America We Love You Step
to Harlem? Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects? Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off [Chorus] [
often Til my biological clock stops and my casket falls We sell tix like Boston basketball C-arson was askin' y'all Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim
bullets flyin, mothers cryin, brothers dyin Lyin in the streets, that's why we're tryin To stop it from fallin apart and goin to waste And keepin a smile off
s where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I
try to lie and lie And say America's some motherfucking apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker on
the government (Who's runnin' this?) Son dread from playa's callin' shots (Callin' all blocks) Come, clap your hands off the timing (Run these streets) Money fallin
