rise, point of no return Watch out or you just might burn Can't stop what hate started There's no cooling down I'm past the boiling point now The walls
an excuse for your acts [Chorus] Black Star shining over you Black Star you are always twisting the truth Black Star is shining over you Black Star
Do you know how much I'm losing? No you don't, but I do But I do and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue An is no word from you at all the best
watapitusberry!?) watagatapitusberry (QUE !?) watagatapitusberry(EL QUE !?) watagatapitusberry que lo que pui. dedicada para todas las berrys en latino america y el mundo entero de parte de black point
[music by P.Ahonen, lyrics by P.Ahonen & J.Kyro] Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing
Übersetzung: Mary Black. Past The Point Of Rescue.
: [Music: J. Kjellgren & C. Alvestam] [Lyrics: H. Ohlsson] I've always known It is too late The signs burn deep in my soul End of the waiting comes;
to the darkest black The only sound Tormenting here Are the storms of black fucking metal Master hymns The fire is gaining power Hail to the darkest black
[He: ] Oh fate what have you done to me The bitter taste of life I feel. The darkness rises, the lights fade out Three colours black is all my life'
can't see the point of turning everything upside down I can't see the point of greeting everything with a frown I can't see the point of painting everything black
round your neck spine breaks your back paint your days black in black I know you?re hurt inside but you can?t step back to the point your life was alright
mall I send death threats, and then I fulfill em Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but I'ma kill'em My nine milli is the nigga on side of me Hollow points
spray [Chorus] [Verse 3] Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter Keep it real when I flow, hollow points
out I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G The niggas in the project come in black like always
you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire I ain't tryin to
rappin But the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one On point
