Übersetzung: Kiss. Master und Slave.
and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice] Even after
horror and fear And when the mutilated tongue creates new letters We will fight for writing the brave words And believing them When the hand can rise and
week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrative And sold your dreams
Whole lotta Kissis Whole lotta Kissis (kissis) Whole lotta Kissis Whole lotta Kissis (heyyyyy) Whole lotta Kissis I gotta whole lotta kissis Whole lotta Kissis Whole lotta Kissis (You baby) Whole lotta Kissis
not slaves to physical matter I know that you want to swing Run and touch my everything 'Cause I look like a playground to you, playa Close your eyes and count to three I'll kiss
clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck
hug and kiss my ass, x and o kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I'm got it play strings for the dramatic and end all of that wack shh act
the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts Nigga what? Earthquakin' speech, woofer hissin' The razor faced victims, whew, that's what kissed 'em Appropriate
the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a
, my shit be way slaver Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labor One first be like the bitch tap oil Loyal to my niggas Enemies are fucked around And
Not for love is flowing up the fire in my soul Deep inside, screaming wild, yearning more and more I chase hunters to be a prey, masters to be a slave
and never fade Be a hero, be a star Anything but what you are Find a girl to possess Always pay, pursue, protect Be the master, be a slave Work your
appointed to me by the devil and his power of pain that i employ you'll fall down onto your knees, bow to me, kiss my feet and fuckin' worship me now
back in my cave Cause you're my master and I'm your slave Dance the dance of lovers I don't need no other To ride the waves of pleasure and pain Come
say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call
