perception of shapes or forms No concrete memory... no here and there Only a knowledge of my being's all I have There ain't nothing, no one, nowhere Alone... alone Time must end
Traduction: Destruction. Temps Doit Fin.
time you took (time that you took, heeeeey!) To listen to our funky groove We are soldiers now (we are soldiers) We want to thank you (yeah) For the time
up in his body. Got him! Run with' smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun. Hit the bend. Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on the dead end. They
tired they've grown Of talking and telling their lies While your tvs change stations scroll messages Victims and Christians both drinking blood And they pray for the destruction
that's as close as it will ever come and believe you're where you are and keep acting out the part but at the end of the end of the day the trees all
oh oh oh ohhh destruction like fire all around you that's why I got to go, oh oh oh ohh yeah they say three times a lady i say three times you're crazy
no relief in my heart. I reside In a world that has fallen apart. Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby, Show me a way to get back on time, please
nothing now, and what of the children What has this done to them? Damn you for the pain That they must feel The last hero standing no time to turn back
progress has no limits and neither do the eyes of the subterranen cynic the one who must hide for all this time he has chosen a war path he will end
his body got him, run, wid smoke coming From the barrel ah, me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum Yummed on the dead end they set in, then
her everyday, think of her Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line Hear the thunder grind off in my mind We done partied overtime. Destruction
the end I say progress is a synonym of time We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine And progress is a debt we all must pay It's convenience
, that's why you got to go Destruction like fire All around you, that's why I got to go, oh Yeah, they say, "Three times a lady" I say, "Three times,
ve grown Of talking and telling their lies While your TV's change stations, scroll messages Victims and Christians both drinking blood And they'll pray for the destruction
the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time