Burn, burn TV burn Nobody will be saved Burn, burn TV burn Nobody knows the side effects Burn, burn TV burn We are the willing victims Burn, burn TV burn
Traduction: Black Bomb A. Burn.
to burn a batch you just burn. [Chorus] [Verse Three: Brother J] like this like that like that like this how sharp is a word. how firm is a fist.
they already know The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb I got a
you can't point us casualties when we dump Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne
the burning hides surrounding a settlement debased entirely enola gay had made a casual delivery please build a future, darling with our bomb cherish
you say murder that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when
fade me away Go on, be gone The point of view was made with the song And while they pop, I'm ready to bomb (bomb bomb bomb) [Chorus] [Layzie] How do
to make a black bitch, Come On! I can hear the shots ring off, my bitches taking everything off Each other got em wilding one of a kind By the King Kong
on their chins Carving up my children's future Read 'em pal and grin CHORUS Raging raging raging Burning in my room C'mon and get a good idea C'mon and
rip it elsewhere [J-Ro] Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can Gettin a house for two grand
a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you
N disappear It'll just look ugly For a thousand years...) You can't run a country By a book of religion Not by a heap Or a lump or a smidgeon Of foolish
Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal How does it feel - when a monkey is your ill in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make bail Saw someone
told me I would grow to be a liar Now all I gotta do is speak and they burn It's cremation no urn How you claim to be a hustler but don't earn? You need
rage The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged [Chorus] Aaaahhhiyyyaaaa Ahhhayayayayay Aaaahhhiyyyaaaa Ahhhayayayayay [Bizarre] Everynight I talk to a black
