die, let's let history decide. and as i cross it, i chase aeneas back to his ships, i bring the rhythm back to the hips. and as rome is consumed, as
Traduction: Million Dead. La montée et la chute.
die, Let's let history decide. And as I cross it, I chase aeneas back to his ships, I bring the rhythm back to the hips. And as Rome is consumed,
can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get loose [Hook 2] Fuck around and pull out my AK, and bust yo ass in the head I'm trying to leave you dead
pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel. Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies, A million
from side to side It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine (Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million Ridin dirty, and bustin
And yesterday's girl is not what you see It's a terrible case of mistaken identity The sun likes to rise and the moon likes to fall And that's kinda
pays a heavy prize to the falling gods of speed and steel Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies A million faces
fight, and fate The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head, The thunder of the drums dictates The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead's The rising
Of sights unseen and voices unheard And finally the bomb gets the last word Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews And everybody's bodies are used and
and flakes And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes What'cha know about words I throw around When I say it loud better know that I'm black and
pays a heavy price to the falling Gods of speed and steel Oh time is short and the days are sweet And passion rules the arrow that flies A million faces
't ease the thirst for revenge Rise onto decadence straying from the golden path to the black abyss Where a million of dead thoughts roam, it is the apocalypse
Yesterday's girl is not what you see It's a terrible case of mistaken identity The sun likes to rise and the moon likes to fall And that's kinda like
throw your hands from side to side It's party time and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million Ridin' dirty and
Listen it ain't no stopping I gotta hustle, cop it and make it double Try to stop it and touch it I'ma cock it and bust it Niggaz fuck it up tryna
and Buddy Holly the rise and fall of Owen Hart the beauty of Marilyn Monroe the creative sounds of Jimmy Hendrix the innovations of Joey Ramone the power of Phil Lident, JFK and
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
