Paroles:
Eighteen Visions The Critic

one alone here. I see names without faces and the faces hid in fear. Have you felt humility? Insanity. It'll drive you crazy so hey you big critic. Come

Traduction: Eighteen Visions. Le porte-parole.

the stage on the ball court During the first half, number one draft Rap Lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards Forty-eight in sight, after inhaling' the herb Vision

the stage on the ball court During the first half, number one draft Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin' the herb Vision

who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little other than ourselves. Critics say that