knew not) Ripping your soul and revealing for all to see (Our spirits will know the truth) Torn pages of history, we're living a lie That we were taught as youth Torn pages
Übersetzung: Watch Them Die. Zerrissene Seiten.
words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls
strange SoHo Our chambers hold silvery collars Gun down werewolves wherever we go We gun down werewolves wherever we go Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang Creased white pages torn
back Escape from the clone lab, fugitives spook black With finesse in you, its the knowledge from way back The prophet of the page dont eat right till it all cracks Blackboy rappin from the pages torn
' mad axes, heavy sawed-off shotty Old liquid foot, powder foot, chopped up the body Great Warcloud, who cracked you mighty hard I watch the children
Escape from the clone lab, fugitives spook black With finesse in you, it?s the knowledge from way back The prophet of the page don?t eat right till it all cracks Blackboy rappin? from the pages torn
torn From the fools gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays Wasted words proved to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying Temptation's page flies
hardcore Jack call Yopes, so I stay to bring the metal To my job on 34th, I got some beef with these devils Automatic weapons, fuck askin' niggas questions Leave them torn
to flee, from the city's gates Tear down the walls ripping up the streets Spearheaded horns stick into the hearts Of the ticker tape market trades Watch them
Illuminati can suck my dick - so I could bust my shit, Hits from the bong with Tom Brokaw, Twist my dust up with Bible pages and smoke folklore, Like
words proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls
I live the life of a hooler, take ten pages Turn around and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em Streets polluted with drugs
camel back Escape from the clone lab, fugitives spook black With finesse in you, its the knowledge from way back The prophet of the page dont eat right till it all cracks Blackboy rappin from the pages torn
