making us whole again BACK! (Back) BACK IN THE RIGHT TRACK! BACK! Back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground BACK! Back in
making us whole again Back, back Back in the right track Back, back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground Back, back in
making us whole again BACK! (Back) BACK IN THE RIGHT TRACK! BACK! Back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground BACK! Back
Übersetzung: Raised Fist. Zurück.
is making us whole again BACK! (Back) BACK IN THE RIGHT TRACK! BACK! Back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground BACK! Back
back to the maniacs To the maniacs I never ever felt this way before Ain't gonna take it no more Yeah, give the radio Give the radio back Give the radio back
right in to the ground I've never felt this way before I can't take it no more So give the radio back Yeah, give the radio back Give the radio back to
head right in to the ground I've never felt this way before I can't take it no more So give the radio back Yeah, give the radio back Give the radio back
came Monumental monuments Sentimental sentiments You should have been the keeper of the flame Give it up for summer days Laying in the grass Everything is happening in your head You raise your fist
t see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my
have peace someday 'G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my
your bulletproof vests and hats. How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
what I know is right But I'm gonna turn my back on you Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and
from niggaz that bring down your crew Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health Sword blade swingin you back
shaped, the Littles' fall on bent knees, was not the worse war injury? [???] - There were a pack of roman priests, to heathen faith they rose the fists
it ain't been high in weeks Months and years, grew around blunts and beers And older folks playin spades, dealers stayin paid Until they, layin raised on their stomach with their fists
feat. Dr. Dre) [Eminem - Verse 1:] I want you to understand something That when I come up in this bitch, I want them fans jumping I want them fists pumping
back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke
