Traduction: Forgotten Rebels. Ecoute.
Repitition of the statements run for years Woven through the lyrics and visionary's tears repeated to [?] upon you -open your eyes and listen the same
on You might be gone, yeah, but not forgotten, no Keep on singing on Cos I can hear it All in my soul Keep on rapping on I know you're gone yeah, but not forgotten
station, T.V. station, Shoot up the station, T.V. station! Shoot up the television... in demolition, It's time we fucked the system in missionary position. Listen
got block begging for my cock There it now, watch how they'll be chasing This is how i make it stop I make it really hot Forgot your friends, when we
to seduce me with all this fly shit But it aint that easy to get up in my shit Look, let it go course I will use no force Oh yeah, I forgot, I aint got
bloodshot eyes Don't listen to him boys and girls 'Cos he tells fucking lies He's a pisstake and a pervert He's not even fucking bright 'Cos that fucking wanker Forgot
[George] "I didn't get any bread" [Jerry] "Just forget it, let it go" [George] "Excuse I think you forgot my bread" [Soup Nazi] "You want bread?" [George
Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait Never becomes prominent, all we doin is arguin Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again It's the best, I've forgotten
not on ya luck but ima be right by your side even when that road get rough I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott and all your friends that soon forgot
bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities All
there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
t care who the fuck you is, nigga You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot Hell no I ain't forgot nigga I just remember what
alien, I know you're out there cosmic lonely heart, tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound,
You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career Now listen here, what do
