Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid Self
Tulkojums: Criminal. Spiediena.
eye Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid
that suck the thug dick, run around foul Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka We ain't never been in your town It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
Hittin' them tombstones (Sellin' volumes) Getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli Pinnin' my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure
is Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake joe Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios (HOOK) We original officially the most original If we wasn't so original then we'd be criminal
Wake up with the feeling that the whole world got you down Pressure that keeps building got you dragging on the ground Chaos keeps on losing in no answers
let's describe the inscrutable The indisputable, we New York the narcotic Strength in metal and fiber optics where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips for profits, thirsty criminals
it, hey yo, hey yo Blend wine, who want to win mine Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huh Flexed out, Flinstone style Your criminal
I hate a actor that plays a rapper I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper Grand imperial college material insane criminal The same
[Incomprehensible] As for years, they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto minded criminals Have crossed
grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And america has enjoyed it's creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals
awaken Caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant Losses are taken, mind states are shaken Till our forces awaken General Grym, what's the pressure
forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent
mentality Is to live lavishly Defy gravity I cant see a nigga havin me On 4th an 2 I'm the nigga ya give it to Hard core stoned cold Under pressure I
water, Nurses comfort seven-year-old casualties of mortar, A peasant's daughter caught up in a war for a border, And at home we treat our refugees like criminals
