Casualties of a non-war Shooting themselves in the feet Let me pray before you crush my heart And you swear that you do this in God's name Stifling the
casualties of a non-war shooting themselves in the feet let me pray before you crush my heart and you swear that you do this in god's name stifling the
Preklad: Embodyment. Kritická chyba.
control Destroy all the power and greed No more chances - our time is short It is too late - the damage is done Angered by our destructive ways Humans - the critical error
of excitement Fighting form we invite criticism Rhyme shine like prism Spit flames we see in 3D vision Even my people play CD in prison, bad decision, fatal error
the 36 Chambers of danger With many lyrical swordsmen, that quick to change ya The difficulty to see closely, is mostly It's a critical point, when ya
limitation, this is not a drill Fell the drum bling, drumming on the still Attention arouses high adrenaline, pumping in your veins Warning! Warning! Lights go mad your functions fail Ain't no room for error
anything interesting? [2:21] It can only be attributable to human error... this sort of thing has cropped up before, and it has always been due to human error
grow to another plateau With me and havin' that dough In the last days when critical times are left To deal with my grand daddy's endeavors Whut corrected my errors
[Letra y Música: M.Escobar] Vos, al que criticás buscando el error sabiendo que nadie es igual que vos, cargando en reunión haces
a thing to say but what am I to do? I'm role playing a conscious *** and true is true Cocaine aside all of the bloggers behoove My critics finally have
shit you porno-induced zombie! shut my conscience (and delete it for good) it never helped me anyway; it's a critical error. what is it? a discreet anomalism
es un gran show es todo sobre ti Tu piensas que sabes lo que todos necesitan tu siempre te tomas tiempo para criticarme Parece que todos los dias cometo errores
Behold the movie of the year Taste like luck but feels clear March on nails for bitter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold You've made an error in
What a thing to say! But what am I to do? I'm role playing a conscious nigga And true is true Cocaine aside All of the bloggers behoove My critics finally
shit you porno-induced zombie! shut my conscience (and delete it for good) it never helped me anyway; it's a critical error. what is it? a discreet
can never get hard I stay in the mode and steam-rolled right over my foes I on the stage ripping up shows in a Doberman pose My flow is error less, to
Evil of Self, the justification for foolishness It's sad, any form of ignorance, we grew immune to it The Evil of Self, don't wanna hear constructive criticism
