on the altar of love Flower man Singing lets all Give peace a chance Flower man Keep you head Buried in the sand Flower man You?re my enemy?s Best friend
of love, of love Flower man, singing let's all give peace a chance Flower man keep your head buried in the sand Flower man, you?re my enemy?s best friend
sacrificing on the altar of love Flower man Singing lets all Give peace a chance Flower man Keep you head Buried in the sand Flower man You?re my enemy
hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar das Alphabet perfekt! Fast jeder hatt' gern' ein Stuck
, Portuguesh, Kung Fu, Macaroni. Dans une cite ou pas. L'Etat nous dit zeubi, drole de democratie. Menelik, Soldafada sur la dalle, encaissent gauche, droite, la tension extreme
Portuguesh, Kung Fu, Macaroni. Dans une cite ou pas. L'Etat nous dit zeubi, drole de democratie. Menelik, Soldafada sur la dalle, encaissent gauche, droite, la tension extreme
about they flow Tryin to live Godzilla E.D.I. went from a Bad Boy, to an ANYBODY killer Look out, wanted man, guns in hand Stand firm, nuts and my
ihr wollt uns stoppt ihr eh nicht. Bodenstandig Flows die treiben ohne Ende ihne Schei?, man! Krasse Beats und fette Riffs, verdammt man was gibts besseres
decay naturally think clearly ultimately though your grace will give way to traffic jams submachine guns in hand city red-necks who think like the omega man feelin' the extremes
raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that
is winnin like Charlie Sheen [T-Pain:] Teddy pain, teddy pain, bad man, bad man Mixed shots, boom boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the
flow that a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
[Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin
[Verse 1] Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow I used
in the mirror, watch what yourself say I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows
