Songtexte:
Spark Flower

ready to spray [Chorus] [Verse 3] Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter Keep it real when I flow

: Nobody sends me birthday cards Nobody brings me flowers I'm just here for operations I've been out for hours When I come to I'll wet my bed 'Cos when

waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for

Look inside your mind and see what's on mine Calling out my name I see you there This frozen cold It's isn't fair How much pride will I spare We both

don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark

know must soon come after That's the only way it can be So I stand in the sun And I breathe with my lungs Trying to spare me the weight of the truth...

gehst auf in Flammen Homie, du Bitch brennst Lichterloh Die die nach uns kommen rennen in den, Tot Wir kennen keine Gnade Homie, du Punk frisst schwarzen Sand Spar

stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea. [Verse 1:] You can't stop my shinin', drop fly rhymin' And all day for love of hip hop I'm grindin' Grindin' grindin', make sparks

left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Then put in the air if you wanna get high Spark it up in a circle With