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Traduction: Ten Years After. La bande With No Name.
Arm+ I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn Get smacked for the B.S. you been on Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned For ten years
! This fucking band is starving! And we've been starving for three years. I realize it takes a long time, but God damn does it take another five, ten years
lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
lets me know God is great ten year marathon of me selling concentrate these rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear villian like candyman, say my name
right way up Only with half the top cut off? If you think about it! And in the town where I did live There was no-one I could do hoot night with
to inform you, That another Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today, By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet. They say that
been warned and been torn Get smacked for the B.S. you been on Storm bad weather or not you stay scorned For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato
big name, how come....., we're starving man! This fucking band is starving! And we've been starving for three years. I realize it takes a long time
You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life. Success agreed with me with
youth, my brother and my parents. She saw my present with my great struggle to succeed and fulfillment of my dreams and new found happiness but after about ten
