us all Telling what must be And I see stars in the morning Not knowing if I'm dead I see stars with my eyes closed Remember everything you said Ten years after I
译文: 尖叫的树. 我看星.
so loosely Critical curves see it through furs Curious so I want to see if it's hers Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me I ain't touch
I scream f-ck it whoever it is [Chorus] I am the Rhyming Oasis I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank
I won't waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I thank god that I am not basic I am not a human being [Verse
of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say, "I've got the backbone
the frogs think I'm great Oh, the men all faint and the women scream They like me more than heavy cream When I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy My oh my, I
there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it And though I appreciate bein' alive Sometimes I wanna see how
I wont waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I thank god that I am not basic I am not a human being [Verse
I storm, snipin' your moms, right from the Bronx Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto God I rip a nigga heart out his frame, while I scream Terror Squad
it, I told em' just let me breath Then they tried to block my vision, I told em' just let me see Just let me be, what I can be I'm a star and they should
Hematology skeleton trojan velatin Reverend see no evil since solomon Origin motherland Must I begin babbling? Amphibian oblivion I'm livin' the life
this life I'm livin' mine? I had to be wild again, no one's child again I wanna live every minute so hard that I wear it thin I wanna find the edge,
I feel tonight? Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight? See how I shine I'm a star, yeah Now do you know who you are, yeah? I'm that atonement son That
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin' I thank God that I am not basic I am not basic, I am not basic I thank God that I am not basic, I am not a
I see through the fog in the trees Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve I need a money donor,
puddle made the ripple in the water Made the tree casting shadows on the river through the swaying limbs I see Voyager 2, you're leaving together Send help soon And I
gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse
