and spray The king all over your ear drum Till you start to do bleed, eternally thugs Mo thug much love, right Behold, better move so scold Then it is on to fly
Yes indeed, it's the mix king, Ron G I got somethin', the world ain't ready for New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta D.C., Detroit, New Orleans, y'all
that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute Unheard, yet felt A gathered wetness A quiet moisture Sound trapped in a bubble Released into wind Wind
that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute Unheard, yet felt A gathered wetness A quiet moisture Sound trapped in a bubble Released into wind Wind fellows
beat you up when you at the witness stand. [Amos Hart] No, I give myself up. Surrender at my own free will. [Martin Harrison] lt's indeed you're the
fly shit And you notifying Alkaholiks daily So punk motherfucker you better duck bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
s don't scare these pros In the night time, duckin from constant shot buckin They stuck in fly paper (well makin paper is fly) Cause the eagle's on the
popo's don't scare these pros In the nighttime ducking from constat shot bucking They stuck in fly paper, for making paper is fly Cause the eagle's on
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute Unheard, yet felt A gathered wetness A quiet moisture Sound trapped in a bubble Released into
[Ron G - echoing at each break] Yes indeed - it's the mix king - Ron G I got somethin - the world - ain't ready for New York City - L.A. - Chicago - Atlanta
composin that fly shit And you notifying Alkaholiks daily So punk mufucker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
hot shot spider with the mirror shades I'm the fly who doubles for a sucker Not this time, there's the door Oh oh here comes the pain again Oh oh trapped
Tulkojums: Inde. Fly Trap.
: Venus sheds her skin of gold Sacrafice her life Washes out the demon sleep That hides between her eyes Walking, watching, wandering out Of soul she
Venus sheds her skin of gold Sacrafice her life Washes out the demon sleep That hides between her eyes Walking, watching, wandering out Of soul she must