le meme sens, veulent s'en mettre plein les tiroirs Tiroir, on y passe notre vie, on y fini avant de connaitre l'enfer Sur Terre, on construit son Paradis Fiction
C'est pas d'la fiction, c'est pas d'la tele, c'est la realite Juste un peu de douceur dans un monde de brutes Je revais de caresses et j'ai recu
P. To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three (Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
un pauvre con et ma fiction devient reelle Je vis dans un piege a cons tout entoure de sentinelles Je vis comme un pauvre con et ma fiction devient reelle
m proud to be [D.M.C.] Black, god damn, I'm tired my man Don't worry bout what color I am Because I'll show you how ill, this man can act It could never be fiction
jeunes sans rien en poche Jette leur cahier vois leur avenir s'eloigner, pour l'rattraper en Porsche Cayenne p'tit frere va pas plus vite que mon son La fiction
want me to up close and smiling no seperate bills she's fantastic so fantastic like this this is a catsuit of fifteen colours faxed invitation to oblivion with bells
' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da ruckus) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic, Bell had
it does boy there's a problem, [Chorus] [Verse 3] Boy dont jinx yourself, Boy I'm Michael Spinks with the belt, String a bell boy, my name rings bells
, til you ain't the man you used to be Domination of my jurisdiction, people's addiction to lies It blurs the lines between the fact and fiction Now
or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth readin' magazines? 'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction
and age I'm proud to be Black, goddamn, I'm tired my man Don't worry bout what color I am Because I'll show you how I'll, this man can act It could never be fiction
signals from the brewery Like someone in there found the latest Pope In a vat of beer that keeps pumping out with fury While the church bell ringer's
Do ya think we need it Do ya think we feed it Does its stomach growl when we ring those bells? Do ya think we'll like it Should we be exited to see us
fiction over pain and just because it's chrome don't mean it won't stain Single the word double the talk talk triple the babble to tell me what they say Jingle the bell
Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still We partake now each others indulgence, according to our will The tears are the same as
and stare Lookin' at an old church steeple, it's got stories it could tell In a world of sleeping people, no one ever hears the bell Tomorrow is another