You get eternity Tremendous extasy That`s what you get from me You will call me when you fear It`s just a simple deal That you won`t even feel With
译文: 艺术香槟. 神秘的瘀伤.
译文: 神秘的艺术. 凶兆(第一部分).
spill from now until [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] Lyrically everyone gangsterin, but who wanna take it to the streets, nobody answerin Bullets to your brain like aspirin, the art
love, divine Your love, your love's divine, your love Your love, your love's divine, your love You're a mystery, you're a true work of art Like an answered
ha, goddamn right nigga) Ruthless Records What, what rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather Ooh-eee Better call the police Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas (Our Father who Art
love of mine. And you, mysterious beauty, long blonde and flowing tresses, how your eyes are sky blue, Tosca's eyes are black-night. Art, too, with it
This is the realest shit I ever wrote, what's fear? fear is an emotion what is death? Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist misguided angel I'm dangerous
fatter Can you climb up the ladder, and reach the top? But it still doesn't matter, 'cause you ain't pop Can you rock for the love of the art? Can you
rises and sets on time every day of the year But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of known man Since fuckin' with the mystery
silver or gold. Life! The essence is invisible to the scientific mind it's impossible. Like the secret of the seed that grows into a tree the starry galaxies remain a mystery
my foot, gotta rebuke And recite the scriptures from the Holy Book, that?s when it straight shook Look at the prophecy comin' down in history, still it ain?t no mystery
behind's a mystery if words could speak they'd mean even less when the king is half undressed She dots her eyes with a smiley face a work of art in all
's a mystery If words could speak, they'd mean even less When the king is half-undressed She dots her eyes with a smiley face A work of art in all but
, so don't pretend We are condemned where we stand, where we stand This machine creates what in some people's mouth Is called art, too hard to comprehend
never ends, so don't pretend We are condemned where we stand, where we stand This machine creates what in some people's mouth is called art Too hard
ends, so don't pretend We are condemned where we stand, where we stand This machine creates what in some people's mouth is called art Too hard to comprehend
and what's inside your astrological And a time ago in the name of art goes on a sphere Lipstick on the collar of a wet man coming home Mystery travels