Make it worth, worth my while I will not die born, I will not go down 'Cause this is not my home for it ain't feels at all Said I will not die born,
Traduction: Days Of The New. Die Born.
my eyes They stare you down and make you burn I am the king, the king of the jungle I'm the little dog The king of the jungle makes me humble I will not die born
I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods. Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches". Papa used to tease me about
In my old home The land vomits ghosts In my old home [Verse:] We got pistols with eyes Curuption and lies Trust us snakes And death without breaks Suspicious new borns
on (swish) Already born to be a king I'm just working on the kong (ha ha) Got Flava Flav tints in my new shades Non Stop stackin and I double up on TWOs days
moving at the back now Free is the needle it's moving through the track now 3D Dance to the drummer's beats we need new sticks Bounce around the vibes
I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as
rearrange other artist street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources
respect due to those who have caught it dedicated to our friends who have sought it Brainstorm superseding the norm when we come together, new planet is born
on my mother?s side I wasn?t gonna buy just anyone?s cockatoo So why would I invite a complete stranger into my home Would you? These days are better than that These days
, man I'm way too ahead, I might be gone. Think you had some killers ridin with you, you're home alone. I'm in the zone, meaning space age pimpin, new
. Sun and Moon Crowded in a leaf Of cycle and of season. And the leaf It will change and fall Before new days are risen. But, my love, I am here
it we gon' get it on em' Pop it and split it homie Livin' and hustle on em, grindin' till we billions on em More money new lens, more money new benz
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
I'm dead Seven days of Saturday Is all that I need Got no use for Sunday 'Cause I don't rest in peace I was born to live You know I wasn't born to die
dead Seven days of Saturday Is all that I need Got no use for Sunday 'Cause I don't rest in peace I was born to live You know I wasn't born to
makes a lot they say Spends his days counting In a garage by the motorway. He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day When the New York Times
