mold you're in the presence of long enough to fill out. as you speak, walk away. keep walking. drop dead. say what you mean to, you fucking liar. soapbox
Traduction: Sur les ailes brisées. Que vous parlez.
came with a few toys like a happy meal This game you could never win Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again Get away from me
the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard [repeat] What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed
Aw, you're fulla shit, man . . . ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front . . . ?
a retirement plan for ex-military officials As if their opinion was at all unbiased A machine shouldn't speak for men So shut the fuck up you mindless drone! And you
You On Da Dig? (Yes Sir) You Naw'm Talkin' Bout? (Yes Sir) You See Wut Im Sayin'? (Yes Sir) You Know? (Yes Sir) And If You Dont, Well Thats Too Bad
from my slugs Use to sever underground now as real as on top But if a nigga broke I ain't scared to get back on there on the block Running from cops
going for it we the streets choice, we dont need no awards you can clip the wings and we still gon soar u lame as niggas aint spittin for shit dump truck niggas you
I'm forgivin you Pimp C You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind If he could speak down from heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind Tell
that brought you here Broken and weak Was it tiredness that made you sleep Have you lost your will to speak Was the earth spinning round Were you falling
t see me on his tip toes only on TV I gotta take a quick pose let me stop I forgot this was a big show and being dope made you broke I aint piss poor
Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard
s for the boys and the girls on the streets Make sure you listen careful to the words I speak Before you get the drawers, and the bitch wanna eat Make
all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, free sanity and wings as they cast away Sometimes I envious on peoples that passed away They so synonym, their wings
let the wires rock All dressed in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the woodworm to choke me And you
to the end of time Why does freedom move so slowly? Unable to speak its mind Some say it?s a circle Others think we live on the wing Why are promises broken
