Il pellegrino sali dai monti di Aragona con incerta andatura e cercando fortuna sulle spalle lo zaino con la conchiglia cucita in quell?estate spagnola
Il falco pellegrino L'avvoltoio degli agnelli La poiana e l'aquila marina Proprio non si vedono questa mattina 3500 metri e gia una bella altezza
Pellegrin che vien da Roma el va il birocc cun le scarpe rute ai pe? el va il birocc, birocc el va pellegrin che vien da Roma cun le scarpe rute ai pe
Pellegrin che vien da Roma va el birocc, birocc el va con le scarpe rotte ai pie' birocc el vegn, birocc el va pellegrin che vien da Roma con le scarpe
that It's natural for assholes snortin' crack Yeah, you gon' push me off the map Like I won't torch your cap and torch the gat Pellegrino story, there
is my team Staten supreme, I'm the "Microphone Fiend" [Eric B. and Rakim original scratched in as the hook] The invincible, microphone fiend Pellegrino
Yo, c'mon Yo, c'mon Yo, c'mon It's the dirty South Shore stuff, c'mon uh-uh,uh-uh ye-yea,ye-yea Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] You see I'm hungray, hungray
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation Rap's new generation Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation [Jo Jo Pellegrino] Well
playa haters This is for the the playa the playa haters This is for the the playa the playa haters [Hook 2] All you male hoes disrespecting grind, my rhymes (Pellegrino
[performed by Remedy & Jo Jo Pelligrino] [Intro: Remedy (JoJo Pellegrino)] Yeah (Rem?) Yo (Yo, you hear me, kid?) Joe, what up? (Yo, you got that for
Sali le tue scale vieni in ascensore E mi avrai Bionda naturale cosmica e cordiale Mi vedrai e un richiamo universale e un richiamo universale e una
: Il falco pellegrino L'avvoltoio degli agnelli La poiana e l'aquila marina Proprio non si vedono questa mattina 3500 metri e gia una bella altezza
: Pellegrin che vien da Roma el va il birocc cun le scarpe rute ai pe? el va il birocc, birocc el va pellegrin che vien da Roma cun le scarpe rute ai
Pilgrim, how you journey On the road you chose To find out why the winds die And where the stories go. All days come from one day That much you must
And how do I choose and where do I draw the line Between truth and necessary pain? And how do I know and where do I get my belief That things will be
(Fisher / Reid) I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these
A pilgrim at the grey of dawn Leaving in the mist of morning On his journey of goodness Heaven sent, God blessed Pilgrim laughing at the world Spreading
Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason, ever could be found With
