elitist faction fueling the flames. In wonder of this revolutionary standstill. Lifestyle choices, never in struggle? Short sighted goals, this is not freedom, this is control
Tulkojums: Pret mani!. Tas ir kontroles.
your elitist faction fueling the flames. In wonder of this revolutionary standstill. Lifestyle choices, never in struggle? Short sighted goals, this is not freedom, this is control
I said later Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser As me and my homie sat and discussed paper I could feel a fire burning me like a laser I could see
is, you're the same as me But when it comes to love, you're just as blinded Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship
, aho, aho, aho So many wars, settling scores All that we've been through and now there is more I hear them say love is the way Love is the answer, that
got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe its all three? I just came up and you're all against me Now ask yourself
bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is it, now listen Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny,
Is your secret safe tonight? And are we out of sight? Or will our world come tumbling down? Will they find our hiding place? Is this our last embrace?
from joy control Warning me against this disease in my heart Freein' my soul Population 10 zillion and six Where signs say, 'Welcome to the Star Core Metropolis' Me
from side to side Thank God the week is done, I feel like a zombie gone back to life Hands up, yeah suddenly we all got our hands up, no control of my
of thoroughbreds that make me rich Niggas hate me, 'cause they can't control they roll They see that fat old ass and start givin' me cash Players, check
to jock me. I had to reject her Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this I don't like Gucci, Fila
And I'm feeling strong Yo, take this mic and get the party on [ ROUND 2: Everlast ] This is mortal combat, there ain't no comeback You're tryin to get with me
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
