There'll be a hot time in the town of Berlin When the Yanks go marchin' in I wanna be there, boy, and spread some joy When they take old Berlin There
Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin' Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin And for them ****' spectators I brought the band
Such a sad procession Winding down the lane And what a strange impression Is branded on my brain A band was playing, endless, mindless It was like a
all within' reach Throw a scrap back to niggaz perfect your own speech Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
shots out the roof, it'll make you feel what I'm sayin' And these hoes be on my nob, like a motherfuckn' hand Every fight, the Mariot, she let me beat it like a band
un systeme parallele Ou les valeurs de base etaient pele-mele Peace, Unity, Love and Having Fun Le Hip Hop n'a jamais eu besoin de gun Ni de gang, de toys ni de bande
I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala Rubber band the big dollas Runnin things they will remain Rollin up the weed mayne Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe M R G a kinda
from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!) Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black Templars,a band
will never, you'll never be able to see my aura then. Art: I've seen your aura a lot, I think it stinks. Ian: You've been drinking, Don? Art: I
' tiens chaud Pierrot Tu t' lav'ras pas les pognes Avant d' venir a table Et tu m' trait'ras d'ivrogne Quand j' piquerai ton cartable J' t'apprendrai des chansons Tu les trouveras debiles T'auras
of galaxies playing the music of our lives The notes we strike Reasoned in time and space Silent symphony waiting to be heard Musical Aura holding unseen
systeme parallele Ou les valeurs de base etaient pele-mele Peace, Unity, Love and Having Fun Le Hip Hop n'a jamais eu besoin de gun Ni de gang, de toys, ni de bande
Voici le crew qui pe-ra, rime, viole, etc. Tu connais, a des milliers d'bornes tu nous verras, paye en liquide et tu nous auras, tasse-pe, tu nous aimeras
pas tize. Sheitan m'a pas baptise j'suis un vrai diallo poullo s8 pa baptise ! Le Senegale ne veut pas m'quitter et soldat si tu nous ecarte y'aura pas
verrouille, vas-y brise la fenetre Demain la fin du monde, oh mais ca tise la veille Oh What's my name, t'es t'es bete ou quoi ? Y aura pas l'temps d
?honneur generation sacrifie hein trou du cul catastRohff hein en mode hein j?en passe mon frere remballe tu pourra parle quand t?aura enchaine autant de classique que moi quand t?aura
