. To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right. Am I all right? It's mine, all mine. Tu-ra lu-ra Cut-out, you're a doll. You're cut out to fit right in
Übersetzung: Far. Ausschneiden.
your clique gon' die It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind You done started somethin' I'ma take real far
You'd be fucked up if you see half the shit a saw nigga I know ?? take drama far nigga Shake the dice roll 'em out That's on the fall nigga Keepin it
and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out
TV set Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a bowl in your hand You've got to try and blow this party trip as far as you cann Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out
t know Guess they'd rather elbow Instead of playing the low Looking at me like a ho But don't wanna say "Hooooo!" [CHORUS] All out in the cut Lookin
high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris and they nuts cut
" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut
with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every
I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But
ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
Pipes Yet Everyday I Slaughter These Mics, Some Say Im Cold Some Say Im Jus Right Lyrics At Yard Im Writing Them Out, Then Im At The Rave Reciting Them Out
felt impotent in our skin you and me have taken it out on each other you and me disloyal to the feminine such a pity to disavow each other with how far
In my time machine, yea I ride, clean Marinate the scene with my high beams Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean Take me forward far, this ain't just
salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the
for the sea To stretch out so that we could disappear Into the endlessness of blue Into the horror of the truth Yes, we are far less than we knew Yeah, we are far
gotta do is pay attention and envision the words Get them thoughts out of ya head bout what you done Heard in the wind About me being a dog, That hear say is played out
