short Fake down to your mind and appearance You will fall short of the dreams to destroy In time you will find yourself trapped in a corner These four
Übersetzung: Death. Trapped In A Corner.
short. Fake down to your mind and appearance You will fall short of the dreams to destroy In time you will find yourself trapped in a corner These four
On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo' Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode Trapped like a prophet,
is bond my niggas I got a lot to look back on in '88 got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on gettin' shorties like a thespian had an episode
Death birthday His presence is no presents Draw your weapon for protection We all wear black on death birthday [Killah Priest:] What's love a bullet
park bench to corners From lobbies to alley's There's warrants a warrin' Warnin' for flags and dress codes Death holds everyone for ransom A fresh note
: [Killah Priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
coast cartel Rats get they tail snapped and trapped It's snitches in the streets and it's snitches in rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of
I'm on the corner with the thugs Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
meant it, I represent it, descendant made of early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive A
stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule The
link between Wideworld Sydicates Syndicates, syndicates! [Chris Corner] Arrrghaaa! Gaseous attack, I broadcast these facts so the masses react 'Cos we're trapped
y sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht Man sprays no weeds The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds Leverets trapped in a
hate us, they can hound us we won't even care 'cause we'll feel like Bonnie and Clyde. One day they may corner us like rats in a trap, but can anybody
they was homeless (damn) Cars'll roll up, and they hop in them for a moment Wasn't later I realized they need a supply To get it, would take a few minutes
open yo' chest And make it look just like a wet cat This is a death trap i'ma a guerilla and i mean it leave ya' head still in a beanin' ?? on the semen
might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle surface the air miss wit a homie,
