The pale of burning hot sand Blows into my face I drowned in Nyle I see the mighty sphynx Thieves of knowledge Thieves of truth Men in shrouds Made
I am disturbed. I am disturbed of what the hell is going on Mentally disturbed of a militarys that marching war And I'm not sure that i will open up
I don't want this blood on my hands I don't want them die in a chains They want to live Just like us And feel the pain As good as we are Is an animal
Listen to me you fat fucker Smoking sigars and sitting up in smoke Wearing Hugo Boss jacket And riding on expencive car Did you think about what you
Swallowed pills Tie your rope firmly You're not a man You are a pussy No place to scum like you Why can't you take this anymore? Why do you fall so
It's all about those who always with you They hearts beats in tact with yours Know about you enough but still they love you without them you are nothing
(Paul D. Fitzgerald - B. Tyler / Paul D. Fitzgerald - John Stage) This German morning of winter grey and street lights The mist is warning - the day
"Big up Boston!" [John Cena] Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin? N.Y. representin,
You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers Huh, you better rock a sleeveless Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through Y'all are fuckin divas [Chorus] [John
the shit the bomb smack Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never [Notorious B
man Incredible how you can See right through me I'm the invisible man I'm the invisible man It's criminal how I can See right through you John Deacon
Rock and CL Smooth) [Chorus] down with the king for years, about ten of 'em recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em tears and fears
we bad still no fear Babylon ah try ah ting--we no scare Dem think dem sit down pon throne,John Paul,dem clutch
Verse 1: Will Smith lights camera action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years now they seein' they worst fears
here (uh-huh) Uh pussy-nigga, it's gon' be a long year (c'mon) No fear, I have none (uh-huh) Why the fuck have fear? I got a gun And if you run I'ma buss
Welcome to the gold rush, ladies and gentlemen Where California begins and maybe ends California is the last stop on the great hitchhike West and now
