rhythm take control Sing to me this melody A rhythm I have never known This harmony rises up in me So sing to me this melody I'll let the rhythm take
the rhythm take control Sing to me this melody A rhythm I have never known This harmony rises up in me Sing to me this melody I'll let the rhythm take
Übersetzung: Run Kid Run. Sing To Me.
run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef Take your jewels
ll bring it to him Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet shit, but they ain't hit me Word in the
me Layzie the Kid." [Other dude] "The name's Powder Pete, can I get a 12 guage! Outlaw every day, on the front page. Mister Kid, if you give me the
: I can still remember When I was just a kid When friends were friends forever And what you said was what you did Well, it was me and Danny and
want people to feel sorry for me. I like to feel the burn of the audiences eyes on me, when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone. When I was a kid
me You Ain't have no cd's no free beats, no trips you Ain't Grateful for none of that shit wait run it back kid, you Ain't paid me a buck why you think
tell me you still find it hard to believe That we were made by a different God Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator Let's run
me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 [Eminem] Nobody better test me, cuz
I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep Closed Casket, just another basket case Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid Run from it, everybody
crutches black with no legs Both arms in a sling, push me on stage Style still linger in the air like Glade Girls my early 20's I used to run trains Chill
name, again, you pussy! Like, an angry, cripple, man, don't push me! Don't believe the kid, listen to me.. [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Dirty told me
bricks, live kid [Raekwon] We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and
Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit The shit's way off course It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You go on tour, the
rap's liek gold, or precious gems While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems Kid Rock i love to sing Call me the king of pain, but my name
