Ready or not, it's winter again That wonderful time when we go inside our heads Reflect and deny It's been a battle year after year Planning on winning
Preklad: Akcia design. Mohol by nemal.
's Tru to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on
Into a new light What a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway Push couldn't shove me to understand a path to a base head Consumer should
should And the sun was burning blisters in my back Their permanence we couldn't ask It was done floating weightless on attack I was sinking slow could not
plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you
old into a new light What a way? But this what a way has been a way of today Anyway push couldn't shove me To understand a path to a basehead Consumer should
me I fall short, still it hits me swift I didn't have to see, I coulda hit the lick I coulda drifted it quick, I coulda quit so quick It's really a
in frame and canvas just for the cameras when we are awake we sing "never... ever" this is where you must make up your mind should beauty be design
to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could
our choice; Ev'ry lover from Dubuque to Jersey City Should rejoice! COMMITTEE: We rejoice! JUDGES AND COMMITTEE: When the angels up there designed her, They designed
me, I fall short, still it hits me swift I didn't have to see, I coulda hit the lick I coulda drifted it quick, I coulda quit so quick It's really a trip
. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret
masturbates Nobody can hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape A capsule in Space, no emcee could rhyme like this, there's no challenge His Poet Laureate should
niggaz somethin' 33 is the number that enlightens the Brother Insight to the fullest that could brighten the dullest The ramifications are awesome, what should
old Into a new light, what a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway push couldn't shove me To understand a path to a basehead Consumer should
a cell Where abstract knows no property Could have you locked up in a cell Oh, hell Apocalypse that could all be for the better Nuclear weather that we fear Could
