so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures
Tulkojums: Starter Ten Soundtrack. Cure --- bildes Yo.
block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah nah, hold up homie) We takin' over Gimme your girl, gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu
even picture god eaten by gray dogs He stayed in his world And he sidely sweard To tell the truth, that DeVon was like "Your out of cure boo" Wisegod
Roll a L and burn a incent It's like magic when I invent this shit that I present Yo turn my levels up a izinch And drop the treble down the pizinch and
you, frankly I'd be embarrassed You carry no weight, words hold no merit I talk big money, you can't understand it My picture won't fit on yo' cameras
like gladiator on wall, on call like physicians to deliver my labor you savor the flavor like Punisher to the cure A parent's birth picture, evade mixture
Vendetta assassination Your torture My cure Ohh I close my eyes And I picture your face Grinded in a barrel of broken glass I close my eyes And yo
of the year Assemble the militia as insert the scripture Lyrics for the instrumental picture Graphic in nature, respect mics I hold Certified gold, five hundred thousand sold News flash, yo
the beat then I... I... I... I... Yes, ladies and gentlemen We have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you ready? Yo, I verbally paint pictures
for? (Duel of the Iron Mic) You come here, since you're so interested (Duel of the Iron Mic) Fight me (In the moonlight the tiger strikes) (What, what? Bring it) Yo, picture
prince in his prime I articulate and other just rhyme I paint the picture nigga I'm Picasso Raw from the brick to the nostril hostile Sick and I seek no cure
end of No surrender and no retreat No surrender and no retreat No surrender and no retreat No surrender and no retreat No retreat, y'all ready? Yo,
Akinyele) I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism Yes insane like Sadaam on the television flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him You probably
Duel of the Iron Mic You come here, since you're so interested Duel of the Iron Mic Fight me In the moonlight niggaz I will strike What, what? Bring it} Yo Picture
Ay, I just got a idea You know, thinking of some things we could do Spice things up for sho' If I snuck up in yo bedroom, touch you while you sleep Would
