Say what? Say what? Say what? I be that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin
Q-Tip: Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated, You love
To all the lowriders and big-riders Lowride, what happened in the car, yo? F'real, let a nigga Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin'
Get up For real Come on What, what, what, what A hard time if your motion is still Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill Abstract,
The man amplifier Has everything but desire Is a robot when he should Never tires, ever good And we're singing Parallel sympathy with you Skin to metal
Some say love conquers all Lifts you up when you fall Some say fate's your only hope Some believe it brings you home I know I can stand the test of time
Merkst Du, was ich merke? wenn ich den output verstarke jeder geschlossene Raum ist ein Sarg als Text der kein Behalter Sarg sein mag schreib ich mich
Huh! Ha! Yea (Let's go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just...
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Embrace the wings that they gave you I know you?ve felt the emptiness Behind your empty words Your silent screams confused me Behind the mask of pride
[Act II - Scholarship ordained] Heal thy Wounds... ... Son of Lord. Lore at will... ... Heal One's will... Acts of malice, profoundly in his behavior
I got myself a brand new tube amplifier It's large and lovely to behold La la la la la I got myself a new tube amplifier Now I'm gonna blow a big one
Adrenaline is flowing your nervous fingers lightly drumming chords click into silver jacks you flick the switch the tubes are humming The lights go down
Just one more verse I swear Just one more line to rhyme with the last one I didn't really mean to write at all And it's all my fault I'm wasting precious
You get your trunks Out of the drawer You see yourself As once before Strong in reason Strong in reason The empty box Lies on the chair Another steroid
That poem is not funny You're just laughing about those words That describe my feelings, when I am hurt But I just couldn't resist to show you those lines
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