short to fade away I've heard a million stories Some self explanatory But then the words fade into gray Take from the final pages Whatever is contagious Then make it all just fade
Übersetzung: Kings X. Verblassen.
Shiiiit I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to Fade
rat-pack [Pac] If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front
that Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat Help us, help us, 68! Who do you appreciate? The one that's singin' you a sweet song, Or the one that's feedin' you
Africa's the origin of all the world's religions We praised bridges that carried us over The battle front of Sudanic soldiers The task put before us [Chorus 2x
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan of citizen bystands But shit is in my hands, here's your life span For what your life's worth
: (from Next Friday soundtrack) Chorus: Eminem (repeat 4X) It's murder she wrote (it's murder she wrote) It wasn't nuttin for her to be smoked (for
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
Worms awaiting all of us At least that's what I heard Crows soar, lions roar Chaos rules forevermore The human race is the only X factor The decay of
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
up on making this life my home. In the fullness of your glory is beyond my comprehension. There's no greater joy then being with you my King. [Chorus x
Lang But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems While
The murder of the godfather It's just my version a tied turban Rest on the god's dome Science study the structures of my jaw bone It's similar to the
The Priesthood, yeah, brought it We up in here now, it's time to eat Gotta look at myself, want ya'll to turn around Watch this, yo [Chorus x4: sample
it's you in me From the storefront church to the packed out floors They want an autograph but I'd rather give 'em yours Ya ink don't fade - the crowd wants more The King's
ki's Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
boy sshhh.... cuz I'll have Al Capone at your house boy pull up in my drop top, you like boy to you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy I'm like a pimp boy
