Traduction: Anti Nowhere League. Tête Dans Le Mur.
weakening wall Will one day fall It's wise to sever our loss I redefine pulse Through the iris Disappear and dissolve A weakening wall Will one day fall
girl I met Carolina her parents jumped off Niagara Falls she broke her hips when she was a baby trying to hop the Berlin wall it's not that she's anti
cried Mary J Blige rivers I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges The writings on the wall
done cried Mary J Blige rivers I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges The writings on the wall
CIA and mother fuckers make sneakers for a quarter a day I'm from where they overthrow democratic leaders not for the people but for the Wall Street Journal
) Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats Cadillacs with white walls
underwears Wipe yourself wit paper Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30 Wash my plate, ate dinner up late Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball Was my
like a football game, I'm movin the chains Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane Tryin to hit the wall
guess why rap is dead Hence this pen is atlas Backing this ball of madness Cracked and dead Set in math and headin fast To crash this anti-accident With
against the wall But no one else can see, The preservation of the martyr in me And the rain will kill us all, Throw ourselves against the wall But no
you catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Masta Killa] Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement Restore
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head A collage constructed and constantly fed Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain Look through the window, pissing
like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti
cried Mary J Blige rivers I realized that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges The writings on the wall
these Niggaz wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka, sicka The rhyme spitter, spittin' over the transmitter I got double platinum records on the wall
the walls? Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards Nigga this is lockdown I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha Yeah, Dub stay chuckin' the pavement, I'm anti
Dis for dem bottom bitches, all about da dolla bitches Independent, but love fuckin wit real niggas Dis for my thug nuggas, gettin rich drug dealin My trap stars wit big walls
