[DJ Evil Dee] Uh, this is Side 2, Evil Dee in your area Rawkus, every four minutes of dump flavored Now and Laters [laughs] and ass-crack Oreos (ready
Übersetzung: Black Star. Soundbombing Freestyle.
Übersetzung: Diva Cline. Black Star Freestyle.
Übersetzung: Tony Touch. Black Star Freestyle.
: After 2 bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose Don't dare say nothing to me, you niggas don't know me It's ebony and?, the white boy, the black boy
West and South and all I had to was sing a song about my house. How easy... [Verse 2: Joe Grind] Time I look good cause I went [?] so now girls don't just stare
j'ai de la tune Mais j'ai cette putain d' cicatrice qui me perturbe Rien a foutre d'etre une star D'attendre que le temps passe Elles s'eteignent les stars
chair sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start
freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack
my back I'm still gon feel it Still gon hit in fact I lay it good Busting like a cop in a black neighborhood Hate to see you independent black like myself
: Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here
with me [Shaggy] Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles For fifty three miles We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles I caught a shootin star
down I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star
will devour all; bring 'em to my thresh to floor Weapons of war, smashin' head in the wars They're dead in the morgues, behead 'em with chainsaws Black
zada(?) Gatherin thoughts up in the 12 bed room casa The cigars on the way to see the opera Up in the balcony with the wineians binocular Black and white tuxes, black
kid got no ride You frontin' at the bar You ain't a star You rolled up in somebody else's car You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home
get not only you But your whole crew whacked Too strong and I'm too black And pack not one but two gats And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat [Royce
