Spoken word. Have ya heard? What's it all mean? What does it really mean? What is it? What exactly is it, is it poetry? Is it prose? What is it,
Übersetzung: Bif Naked. Intro (OKENSPAYORDWAY.
Übersetzung: DARP. Baby, Baby.
Übersetzung: Vincent. Paradies.
I see now the dream is so clear, forever real... A needful thought cast upon the brow This living flesh for which I call A vision unfolds, I see
their dreams? Got a taste for blood. Psychopathic fiends Black is black, night is day, reborn again, can't you hear them prey? Torn apart, numb and pain a
seed A lasting presence inside my mind At last a presence a contract signed All around me once despised Could see the world now through his eyes A
A rotten soul spread out and forgotten I have seen inside the lies Forever lost and bloated at sea The Jezebel that is thee Put your hands together
The R.C.M.P. - Well, they have a duty The R.C.M.P. - To protect themselves The R.C.M.P. - But they break the rules The R.C.M.P. - That they're supposed
representing Via-13 got a little girl I treat like it's for me and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T. Never had a friend like him He never had a
D-Bo seinem Album D-Bo Fuhl den Beat, fuhl den Puls lass dich mitrei?en Ich bin D-Bo,Ich muss cool in meinen Schritt greifen P-P-Pireli, guck dieser
shit all good [CHORUS] [Tek] Y'all smoke weed over there? [E.K.R.] All night, feel me Sottsch d'Augering gseh [Tek] Y'all freakin bitches over there? [E.K.R.] A
'm Larm! Sag blo?! Arsch hoch, Arm hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar das
got a fo fo Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang What's a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang A free 300 C, and a
's rhyme half naked Why use R&B to have a hit record Why does evrybody and their mama mc Why does new hot shit sound wack to me How am I a hater if
out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there
it from the other side the grass is in a way as green, and the house is burned to ashes, I'm no longer in between, R.I.P, R.I.P, you, and me. I can see
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role
