Traduction: Assistant. Pensées.
tired I'm dreaming the time Thoughts fly through my head Thoughts about my life Music wakes up thoughts thoughts of the summer the season I miss thoughts
niggas pitch verbs, so they say My weaponry is words, Doe-Ray-Me The wars in the form of po-et-ry So it's straight C4 from the thoughts I bring, Bang
here they come now" "Now let me hear my man... [Count Bass D] First give it up to God he the head of my life Blessed are the peace thought makers The
isnt golf this is a blistering assault Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost Shit dissin' me is just like pissin off the Wizard of Oz Wrap
[feat. The Root?s Black Thought & eLDee] Yea, hey I'm the man right, so I think I'm goin' live it. Since my mother birthed me, I've only been exquisite
anything's in my reach. When Atlanta was poppin', BMF with Big Meech. I was stuck in the school, I was more than they could teach. But slow and steady wins the race. Thought
clean Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard
the motherfucking wizard stay Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J I wanna word with him at gun point Cuz there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards kingdom The Wizard
pyroclastic flow flow You niggaz know my pyroclastic flow it's R-A-W, R-A-W [Ice Cube] You looking at the grand wizard, war lord vocal chord so vicious
in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody. And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee, There
I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghises Khan suit And his wizard's hat He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' a new sound track And then we spoke
plays by intuition, The digit counters fall. That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball! He's a pinball wizard. There has to be a twist. A pinball wizard
I was little I wanted to be king I built castles in the air but never found my way in For a week I was Rambo but couldn't take the pace Then I thought
yours Take him, pajamas look nice on him. But how he snores! Thought he is well adjusted Certain things make him a wreck. Last year his arm was busted Reaching for a check. His thoughts
-head cats that yak and stagnated Black Thought, The Doug E. Most war vete-ran Crown ruler, soul controller of this lyrical land Spliff wizard kid, who