Übersetzung: Assistenten. No Way Out.
no-one hears my despair destruction in my thoughts anger in my veins i will see you bleeding for the pain you gave to me but the way out of the torment
in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And
in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro I'm not a role model, more like a psycho A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael +Halloween+ character, or computer wizard
story goes People these days are really out cold [x4] Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock This is back when the wizard
hoe ain't trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond We airin' niggas out
is beastin' On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' [Ghostface Killah] Faggot ass niggaz, when I ride get the fuck out the way When I see
y'all started fucking You asked me what I think about dude? I say fuck him And this one bitch called me Fat Albert The way my pockets had the mumps you
keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight!) It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow something out here Straight up, yeah, this is
Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick around for awhile. Naw, that's out
Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs? Ain't buttin I'm just hibernatin love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier out No doubt, have a chair
beastin' On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' [Ghostface Killah] Faggot ass niggaz, when I ride get the fuck out the way When I see jewels
on your trace White horse in stardust A whisper of the rainbow You know you'll ride the tiger The world shivers by a sudden blow Black wizards on the way
tell From below and not above I give it to you - my love I throw it up to spit it out I throw it up to spit out There's nothing more to tell I give it
The Wizard of OZ If you say it three times, a lyrical barrage This is not a mirage, there's no way to dodge This Cobair engine, met before it collaged
arrest me, blow like Dizzy Gillespie I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang) [W.C.] I'm too hot, to stop, walkin up with two Glocks Way more than two shots
