Drowning myself, over and over Desolate, trying it's over Why so cynical in life You think you're living to die All in wait, all in wait Burning inside
Übersetzung: Static-X. All In Wait.
and tell your whole damn clan that you're a "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) Hit me
make you a addict When devils be startin static, break out the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait Who dares to cross
one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this {Chorus: (repeat 2X)} Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen
the oily taste And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates [Chorus - 2X]
to trust her wit my riches I be in the kitchen cookin chickens While she be washin dishes 150,000 in the attic Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static
the popcorn It's like that y'all The popcorn popcorn as I pass y'all I go.. Pass the what? Pass the popcorn (4X) C'mon Pass the what? Pass the popcorn
[Intro: x3] Problems Problems Problems Problems upset you [Verse 1: Twista] When I'm on the track you will see accuracy Actually I know that you will
the dirty rap master, I'm comin' to chop ya! With my knock you out style, that I practice Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic static phonetic I'm out the attic, with the all
cheese y'all (The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) VWould you look, would you listen Niggas be snitchin', talkin', rattin' All up in the joint, man, singin', chattin' Talkin' all
[Timbaland] Yau [echo 2x Yau] They still won't give me my props Now I'm pissed off Y'all will see the other side of me Come on Like this I'm thinking
to move we can't feel loved we can't feel free we can't feel at all [x3] (we're taking some time) we can't wait for.. (we're packing our bags) our bags
[both] it ain't no mystery .. (4x) "who is that? " "the supreme black man, that's who!" (3x) "hoo that's the man!" [both
-Tang, Wu-Tang) What up, yeah (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) Suuuuuuuu, aiyo, man, the wait is over Pop your fu*kin.... [Chorus 2X: Method Man,