voice again be silent, yours to destroy Panic followed blindly by depression When the roads become the buildings in your mind Moving up the elevator to floor sixty-three A
Übersetzung: No Use For A Name. Yours To Destroy.
smallest voice again be silent, yours to destroy Panic followed blindly by depression When the roads become the buildings in your mind Moving up the elevator to floor sixty-three A
that's a fool's bet And against the intelligent it's used less Really? You bet This aint nothing new, they use it on kids But for those who don't know
pre-ordained for you, so there's no side to choose So much like hurricanes you seek to name the cosmic crime To give a war a name is just a way for you
as he can seize to put you first [Tech N9ne - Verse 1] Drama, use to be my middle name with ecstasy, sex and technically set me for a little fame it
can get a hook shot like urban You never bust, rapping just like you a virgin I know your girl, then get in her belly like a surgeon A hundred milli gotta
our work to do Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly
bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse [Buckshot] Let's take a
checks for a long time Gettin' Jake for a long time E&J for a long time Nigga, try to get like me Been a G, for a long time Been in the streets, for a
wanna destroy the passerby 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy Now don't worry Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line Your
a [unverified] if my name was Teddy Bender Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda' I want ch' all to feel hardcore, nothin' tenda' Blessed this mic for
a canyon some paintings in a cave they're no use tryin to save them, there's nothin left to save hide your wives and daughters, hide your sons as well
I'll give a grain of your lyrical mania Power source, and a G enforced, your headboards And they could be rap wars So come one or two, 'cept for a few
moon into a pair of dice Or put a star in a jelly jar and use it for a night light Give it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters It's Dice, here I am
tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Hansel Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your