My life is violent But violent is life Peace is a dream Reality is a knife My colors my honour My colors my all With my colors upon me One soldier stands
life is violent, but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My colors my honour my colors my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Colors (Ice-t Cover von Machine Head).
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Colors - Ice-t.
at the top We nearly jumped to the tower Scenes changing Nanosecond after nano We were in a time machine playing the piano Colors pouring from our heads
Grab your ticket (Ticket!) Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express (Oh shit!) [Cee-Lo] I am the one and only son of a machine gun Intrapable
' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns Clean fun, shootin' dudes with fatigues on Anywhere is better than this It's America's plan every color of
t nothin but trouble God When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadone music
: [Intro] Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . [Chorus] (4x) I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa
I'm gone The little light in your head came on Now you realize it's all your fault Oh ohh Don't you wish you had a time machine That way you could change
what it is [Hook 2x] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish
change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face wit tha diamond brace Aye, more colors
nothin but trouble God When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadone music that
wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns, clean fun, shootin' dudes With fatigues on anywhere is better than this It's America's plan, every color
-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cuz big dope had his balls Got small methamphetimes with colors
] Come take a ride with me baby Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt
Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout
I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em I am potent, untraceable No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts No heart, no head, just a carcass
