is real? Breed to breathe Breed to breathe Breed to breathe Breed to breathe The selfish feed Breed to breathe The selfish feed Breed to breathe
symbol Never ending suffering, suffering Treachery for a, for a soul Like a verdict of death, of death Breath, breath for dead Breath for dead Breath for dead, dead Death
want to strip you clean A charge for every breath A price on skin that we walk in They call this civil liberty So-called champions for the poor Tax
Tulkojums: Skatiens. Elpa pēc nāves.
Tulkojums: Napalms Death. Maksāt par privilēģiju, Elpošanas.
car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief Other times I put 'Life After Death' on
Left right left, yo no ned to hold your breath Yo, better chill your body up while we beat you to death Death death death death Blast you right threw
No matter how many times that you told me you wanted leave No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn't breathe No matter how many nights
Let's see if they around you when the gunshots blast It ain't nothing nice, letting off slugs under the street life Early deaths, dry gags and last breaths
flew his jet KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! she was the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! beware of the killers It's time for all to work together for
young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with the sun And on and on my love for death got bigger At fifteen I was
cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long dough High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers The ill niggas, Comanche style Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath
sell-out Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for yours You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T I make records for you, but this one's for
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
or asleep when I wrote this All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breathing life in me, I owe my life to you but for
sad sad Push the fader, gifted animator One for the now and eleven for the later Never made it up to Minnesota North Dakota man was a gunnin' for the