Some will say, take cover And some will say, take care Some will call you over Some will call you out To show you their nightmares But there are dreams
译文: 现场感. 会.
senor Senor, senor, do you know where she's hidin' How long are we gonna be ridin' How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door Will there be any comfort
?the sense of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table. Watch me put it down for Mo, and them Suave House niggas. So, willin?and
coarsely through the hour glass And collect like their victims in the bowl The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains While tending to the mundane will
you slur, and your memory blurs A sure bet, Dell never fails clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will
the poetry industry Vocabulary that to others is a fantasy highly respected by the public at large The prince will rock is taking charge I'm like a tiger in a battle field
God and family, we made the perfect start And swore, death would be the only thing to keep us apart But we're fighting just like soldiers on a field
with a wink and a nod And where power and position are equated with the grace of God These times are famine for the soul while for the senses, it's a
Some lost there creativy and our sense of ?? humble, Ali threw in the gloves so now im rumblin' in the jungle Don't you worry 'cause them punks will
In the fields of sweet Ambrosia I've been told You can sit down by the river and watch yourself unfold You can drink right from the river And purify your
? Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'? How long are we gonna be ridin'? How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort
this way Will you bugger off, I've got work to do The city was losing its appeal, God was asleep He was back in a village, in the fields Oh, if I could make sense
shadows they hide and they wait But they soon will return It will never be the same And nothing remains I can't find a way But I'm facing it Oh there will
, The unfit, but the lie never rest Servants plus clergymen, politician, Businessman gonna make money honey With oxygen in spray cans I stand in open field, words will
t you see my eyes they're trembling Beware the millions of senses locked in this rusty cage A fanatic rage, this time I will stand still and no blood will
toe line Into another space and now It's clear that I will soon be found And this is the first time that it's made vague sense So into the colored field
How many ya guys say want freestyle? There will be no blows not freestyle This style is not free, this style is expensive alright Hold tight youth Love
