(Handel) Ombra mai fu, divergetabile Carad amabile, soavre piu
Ombra mai fu, di vegetabile cara ed amabile, soave pi`u. English Translation : No tree's shade ever was more serene, dear and lovely
Vertaling: Dead Can Dance. Largo.
Vertaling: Dead Can Dance. Largo (Handel).
: Ombra mai fu, di vegetabile cara ed amabile, soave pi`u. English Translation : No tree's shade ever was more serene, dear and lovely
bucks Look at the director trying to tell me what to do I've done this before 14 Degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
change, can you prove it? I made this beat, I'm an invincible and I produced it It's in my soul to roll and flow, take control Sold the show, can go like
I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack To pack sacks and never pay tax And when I leave they diss me Knowin' they can never get with me But he who laughs
'm saber-toothed coming at you Forfeit the minds can't win wit' no .22 Get nuke and henny rock 80 proof In the hood, never sipping while I'm drinking my jewel Dance
The old man was just like my dad I come from the hills of Europe That's where I met the old man He was lost in the woods, I gave him directions He gave me a tuna can
called to say I saw you dreaming of conquests Of large wars, bigger walls: But: I am pleased to say: Your houses are dead Your children are full of flame The horses are dead
I can Hear the rehearsal of a serpent, urgent 'Cause you don't use your head when you shed skin Dead end for a playa hayta Charades, are played but I keep getting it in Large
feelin' berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can
don't really mind if it's over your head 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can
Old Man was just like my dad. I come from the hills of Europe. That's where I met the Old Man. He was lost in the woods, I gave him directions, He gave me a tuna can
hood We make your past situation look good The nights filled with Shugs and I wish you would You can dance with Alvin Haley and Les Miserables In this century city, you can
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on Don't
