this mess now I'm just trying to survive. This is the sound of a young man breaking ties. Out here nothing makes sense, I cant decipher fact from pretense. This is
Übersetzung: This Is Hell. Here Come The Rains.
shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game Come through here
out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do Then come back and see
governments to the vengeance of the sea yeah everything is eclipsed by the shape of destiny so love me now, hell is coming yeah kiss my mouth, hell is here
spared, Heaven is only there, For the ones who satisfy them at - Saint Peter's Gate. "Come with me" said that old man, as he took me by the hand "There is someone here
can't fade us so eliminate us to get famous It's all painless I'll show 'em what insane in the brain is Maybe they'll run, or find out what the rain is
t stuntin like this (no) You ain't stuntin like this (no) And if your crib didn't come with the butlers and the maids You ain't stuntin like this (no)
hell from hell he came, But didn't come to bore you with the cinderella story, Nor did he come to do the same, He cant afford to be a label in this day
go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe [Royce] (Eminem) Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets
this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound
wont get enough The rain, wont wash away, your sins... You'll be here, to do them all over again... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know this chick from the
jingle town Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home
in the 9-0 [Ice Cube] Ay what up buttercupper Miss Yo-Yo I know you like to rap and like to flow so But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world
everybody's consumed! The air is thick with sick from demented brains and thoughts But here they are, all together, every one of them caught This is
all the hustlers trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place? Can I puff cigars & drink Cristal? If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly