"John, you have been found guilty of being in league with the devil And of having used heathen and forbidden rituals You will be committed to the purifying
[Inquisator:] "John, you have been found guilty of being in league with the devil and of having used heathen and forbidden rituals. You will be committed
Traduction: Running Wild. La Malédiction.
: [Inquisator:] "John, you have been found guilty of being in league with the devil and of having used heathen and forbidden rituals. You will be committed
the motherfucking man and I'm a brag and I'm glad that your listening to every word So you can sit and analyze and think of every curse so you can try
its ghetto pain when a one time raise sometimes the young is slain To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies brought up in this world where it's wild and
balling , balling Yeah im the mother fucking man and i'ma brag and i'ma glad that your listening to my every word so u can sit and analyze and think of every curse
out hurtin' my hand I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us Staten's where the war is Where the court system's running
remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh) Staten's where the war is where the court system's running
SMILE through the window softly Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure That in the dark of night She cursed us soundly, casting spells And such
we would die for it again but we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it. [Chorus: Planetary] AOTP, we above the law See the cops start running
gimmicks, to the shit I spit Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics I rip Comin' straight from Jersey, motherfuckers all those who curse me Running
And confusion running wild I hold treasures for you to find Release of tension unknown Mind works the fingers to the bone Bitches brew How'd you know
And confusion, running wild, I hold treasures for you to find Release of tension unknown, mind works the fingers to the bone Bitches brew, how d'you
top of the pile with my style Check the profile, it shifts like sundial Crisp like young smiles, we rip and run wild Intent to rock crowds, some bite like rot-wilds
called friends Man I tell you that's just how the devil creeps in We were separated at least for a month or two She was wilding in the clubs And I was
the danger And anyway now, anymore you don't know which is worse Falling out of love or left behind I just seen the sweetest dreaming wind up like a curse
