made to feel unwanted And to feel the hate Sticks and stones, breaking bones Names and words, they hurt you Effecting everything No one should be made to feel alone
Übersetzung: Kings X. Alone.
A sacred bond broken, I know I die alone But yet and still I'm hopin Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven I know it's better in heaven 'cause bein
I?ll take that blame Even though the blame?s on you [3x] I?ll take that blame from you And you can put that blame on me [2x] You can put that blame on
: [Intro:] Eeeh It's Here One More Time, We Have A New Dance To Introduce To You All, Now This One Is Called, Swing It, Away, In Jamaican Terms, It Go
's why I give you my heart girl never find a lady like you in this world you's my gangsta queen, I'm your king you's my girl, you's my everything my life
! It's crazy to us! - Real MC's take and get big cuts! - Your finshed... [Chorus A: x2] [Chorus B:] Stop this shit! And relize what you spit! It's me
to the rhythm I'm looking at the man in the mirror and he's looking right back I got one thing to ask, "Who's Bad" Yep you can't do it like me Break it
than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like
The Bloody Pit of Horror! I-I - I lead the Zombie Army x3 I-I - They are my sweetest slaves The Zombie King he walks alone The Zombie King he has no
sing out to God Now with all we?ve got We live for You our God Salvation?s strong in Christ alone The Saviour King alone in victory I step aside give
the Don touch and split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
the nappy dug out" [Kane (2X)] "Givin up the nappy dug out.." [2X] "Givin up the nappy, givin up the nappy dug out" [Kane (2X)] "Givin up the nappy dug
you're never alone That's why I use this low tone Follow this and you might grow older This is a message to the soldiers... Now they killed King and
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day Detroit,Chi-Town,Pittsburgh,Houston,L.A. Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play Circle the calendar
you what New York's about Let me show you what Brooklyn's about Let me show you why this hook's in ya mouth Keep fuckin', I'm a do somethin' [Killah
s just me alone writin' in space 32 paths of wisdom, seven forms of God 600 universes under each arm God's existence, God's sense, God's presence The
squeezer Burn you and leave ya, beside alone on the road Or inside a meat freezer That's the way it goes on the third rock from the Sun Alone circlin'
