译文: 死亡驾驶室对于可爱. 汪达尔人合唱团.
[Hook x2: Kamachi] Yeah-yeah, sing the song of the 'Death Choir' I sing the song of the 'Death Choir' I didn't waste all these tears sayin' all these
t dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing And it'll go like this, alright While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun He says, "Death
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing And it'll go like this, alright: While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun He says death will
't dream we must sing, we must sing, we must sing (it'll go like this, alright) while my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun he says death
that big, old house with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often said With one day leading her to the next You get a little closer to your death
cleansed through me Malediction murder Homicidal law Afflictions choir You'll draw the shortest straw Malediction murder Genocidal law Afflictions choir
full of old motherfuckers Wavin they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!" And now my concious is fuckin with me cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir
the people want? Please deliver us And what the people need? Hey... I got that, yeah [Talib Kweli] I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
? Please deliver us And what the people need? Hey I got that, yeah Verse 1: I call these rappers baby seals, ?cause they club you to death I could call
to left, left to right If you fight to the death, what's left to fight We go right to left, left to right If you fight to the death, what's left to fight
to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death
Upon my death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking
'[?] for fun It's all of a nightmare, that's right there They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care With all this protestin' and rallyin' Death
ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate Written at the entrance violate A straight death sentence to
from sin retire he will set your fields on fire You have heard Jesus call and in death your soul must fall Now my friends if you desire you may join the heavenly choir
lose and I can't choose Then I'll come back to spit I got hit songs but I've been gone so long that I don't fit Near death, Dethrone but can't get on
the fire When my designs are tight like pliers, born in a pillow of barbed wire Taught by Ebenezer Scrooge in my mom's church choir The death stalker
