Übersetzung: Anti Nowhere League. Head In The Wall.
R.A.P. C'est R1 Putain d'Audi A8 et Porsche C'est un depart en galere un Retour A Poil J'ai dit non comme Wallen Jmise dans la rue pas sur un cheval
over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor I got double platinum records on the wall
done cried Mary J Blige rivers I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges The writings on the wall
This cumbersome concept that men call the beast I desire its head on my wall My brothers require a feast Oberammergau Black Pope now! The Anti-Christ Spawn of Satan, the Anti
: So this is great britain and welcome aboard A sinking ship thats full of shit and someone nicked the oars A failing false economy an anti-punk automony
hardcore homie but you not leavin' Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin' God hates us all, use a brick to decorate the wall Put
guess why rap is dead 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
blade as it exists out my brain. Anti-social? Middle name. Save it. So C'mon C'mon! Safety first, ego last. Can't compete with half a chance. Anti-social
girl I met Carolina her parents jumped off Niagara Falls she broke her hips when she was a baby trying to hop the Berlin wall it's not that she's anti
a football game, I'm movin the chains Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane Tryin to hit the wall
Wipe yourself wit paper Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30 Wash my plate, ate dinner up late Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball Was my future for
Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats Cadillacs with white walls
ourselves against the wall But no one else can see, The preservation of the martyr in me And the rain will kill us all, Throw ourselves against the wall
That is why I ever call, Huummm, I know that you could possess my body, And I know you could make me scrawl I know you`d have me shaken, Have me climbing the wall
ever call, Huummm, I know that you could possess my body, And I know you could make me scrawl I know you`d have me shaken, Have me climbing the wall That
catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Masta Killa] Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement Restore the
like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti
