Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's
Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline, Gaza to Tienanmen
Yeah I'm rollin' down rodeo with a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down rodeo
Satellites and pair of mirrors and And a man without a home With a horse and a rider And a clever cunning killer Silent in error and Vocal in spotlights
fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only God on the radio Nah fuck it, your Saviour, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum, fire, uh Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil
The sistas are in so check the front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated
Flip this capital eclipse The vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of the grains stand masterless The masked one's cap one,
His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists But he's a prizefighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin',
Uh, got no card so I got no soul Life is prison, no parole, no control The jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a Cadillac
tiny blow against the empire Another blow against the evil empire Another blow against the evil empire Just another blow against the evil empire Just another blow against the evil empire
can't fight them with songs But think of this as just another tiny blow against the Empire Another blow against the Evil Empire Just another blow against the Evil Empire
译文: 邪恶势力. 黑色帝国.
译文: 乔杰克逊. 邪恶帝国.
: Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the
: This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make
: His spit is worth more then her work Pass the purse to the puglist He's a prizefighter He brought rings and he owns kin And now he's swinging And now
: Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo
: Flip This Capital Eclipse Tha Vocal Tone Ahs Got'em Sweatin' Hey Own Apocalyspe Yes, Tha Rebles Of Tha Grains Stand Masterless Tha Masked Ones Cap
