this worldly power Taker of lives I won't be controlled by this world I won't be controlled By this worldly power In the face of death I will hold close
Übersetzung: Figure Four. In The Face Of Death.
goons stick niggaz Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back-stabbers
get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool Right back
it's all political now I think big when I spit at you now Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha Between life and death, they killed my
3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [B-Real] Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
set a nigga'up, death for his meals And don't give a damn about a slayer gettin killed And see you wit your Dallas so they figure that you're on And when
Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four
can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
y'all niggas better try to grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then they get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death. We never
niggaz know what we do We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub Swagger stuck on ya face like
runnin across they faces Temporarily trade places I define hip-hop and transcend it Take linear time and bend it The figures flyin, forever told niggas
burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks
ain't got that loud, gold tooth shine like ta-dow Biggie Small's the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
dick, start writin' your own shit 'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures
