perception of shapes or forms No concrete memory... no here and there Only a knowledge of my being's all I have There ain't nothing, no one, nowhere Alone... alone Time must end
Übersetzung: Zerstörung. Time Must End.
up in his body. Got him! Run with' smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun. Hit the bend. Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on the dead end. They
his body got him, Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end They set in, then
runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang [TrAc] We are soldiers now (we are soldiers now!) We want to thank you (we want to thank you!) For the time you took (time
cause that's as close as it will ever come and believe you're where you are and keep acting out the part but at the end of the end of the day the trees
killed by their brothers Incest will rape the family ties More blood has been spilled, and more will be killed I'll keep killing 'till the end of time
no relief in my heart. I reside In a world that has fallen apart. Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby, Show me a way to get back on time, please
, what's next? Given the power, all things wicked will end an hour The corruptible, must put on end corruption All this and his destructions God to men
nothing now, and what of the children What has this done to them? Damn you for the pain That they must feel The last hero standing no time to turn back
his body got him, run, wid smoke coming From the barrel ah, me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum Yummed on the dead end they set in, then
her everyday, think of her Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line Hear the thunder grind off in my mind We done partied overtime. Destruction
the end I say progress is a synonym of time We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine And progress is a debt we all must pay It's convenience
, that's why you got to go Destruction like fire All around you, that's why I got to go, oh Yeah, they say, "Three times a lady" I say, "Three times,
ve grown Of talking and telling their lies While your TV's change stations, scroll messages Victims and Christians both drinking blood And they'll pray for the destruction
the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time
