I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action
I'm a soldier I'm a soldier (Na na na nah na na nah) I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo, never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta
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(Alright Go) This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads Its time to put some niggaz in check When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject Catch'em
Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff
Farai un vers de dreyt nien: Non er de mi ni d'autra gen, non er d'amore ni de joven, ni de ren au, qu'enans fo trobatz en durmen sobre chevau. No sai
Quand maman vient me reveiller Et que tout le monde est leve Quand maman vient me reveiller Et que tout le monde est leve Vers toi seigneur J'attends
[Vinnie Paz] Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm That's the word passed down from the Emonh It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong It's only measure
Like that, mm..... [Spoken:] New cheese, cd's, and l.p's, playa hating lies raise of these Fuck what your talking bout we from the south, we gonna
[Mac Minista] There's a scripture in the Mac Bible that says 'He that trusts a ho, shall surely be broke' 'Pressure busts a pipe that make water run uphill
The secretive type I like to creep in the night But I speak under my breath to be polite I'm talking about you Unconspicuous keep killing that sweet feeling
they hold it all together as i stand back in envy is there a hurting heart behind that smile? a world of hurting hearts a few broken generations a??it
I had a dream about my man last night And my man came by the, the studio And his name is Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect Phife did-awg is
[Music: bart/Thjis, Lyrics: Sven] A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image The fridge-cage
here's a jingle for goldfish something for goldfish...the wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off
[Andre Nickatina] Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a verse Or I'm Bobby Fischer but nobody cared to search Can't look my mother in the eye no mo' Can
Verso lui Oh A... chi mi dice Che tornerai Non credo oramai A... chi ti dice Che sto male pensandoti Tu sorridi voltandoti Verso lui Verso
Should you go looking for a testament to youth in verse, variations on the age old curse, you blame the stations when they play you like a fool and like