Vārdi:
Fight Fair Your True Colors

'm telling you this as a friend, Your habits must come to an end You fell behind, then lost these Friendships for a life of shame Your choices showed me your true colors

another try I'm a king in the land of abuses Undermined by the promise of excuses Who's to win if we know that it's not fair Who would fight when it

Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM

ll dream of the things we don't need but i'll applaud when your dreams don't come true you never even played along x3 colorful kill is taking control

Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM

Big Doug, time to grip the mic [VERSE 2: Big Doug] Them the brothers gonna do a simulation just for you And the verse that I kick is the color true

the rhyme, bums assist to bite it I wear no gold around my neck just black medallions And sold the home of true black stallions I don't care for fair 'cause fair-fair

try I'm a king in the land of abuses Under my law the promise of excuses Who's to win if we know that it's not fair? Who would fight when it seems