this worldly power Taker of lives I won't be controlled by this world I won't be controlled By this worldly power In the face of death I will hold close
Traduction: Figure Four. Face à la mort.
my goons stick niggaz Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back
him, it's all political now I think big when I spit at you now Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha Between life and death, they killed
it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout
3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [B-Real] Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four
Under how vast a night, what we call day. What stands still is merely extended - what moves is in space. Immobile figures, here in a race with death
can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
y'all niggas better try to grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then they get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death. We never
niggaz know what we do We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub Swagger stuck on ya face like
runnin across they faces Temporarily trade places I define hip-hop and transcend it Take linear time and bend it The figures flyin, forever told niggas
burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks
ain't got that loud, gold tooth shine like ta-dow Biggie Small's the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
