I want some more
Preklad: Crystal Method. Viac.
labyrinth of madchild's amusement more intense than the shining you're in a difficult course feel the pressure from all angles of prev's centrifugal force unremorseful sorcery firing flames more
horns, blowing.. I don't want the streets to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) I don't
style pick up 'cause I'm always schemin and jammin. Nigga's holdin a six-string. Police! But you got no piece. It was just you. Big man and a lot more
more cheddar than Ellie, no hillbilly from Beverly Heavily sedated, still hated and rated R You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall I got the sure shot method
That's right Have more rythm Woooo! More rhythm
many lighting bolts To take the light of the fucking moon One of 'em two of 'em You better get the fuck up off of me We don't need it It gets more ugly
ain?t enough any more I wana see the river and bottle my own crystal drizzle liquid dinner Well aren?t we the phoenix of irritant method Here to steer
Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out Fast and at last all rappers passed out Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles Clear like crystals, loud
too slow oh, your lives are more than two slow oh, your lives are more than two just a little too just a little too your lives are more than two
Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? I shall collect myself after I weep Then garb myself in ocean blue With no method of goodbye for you Should
know much about nines and max But we still got two dues, we're inclined to pay And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays And crystal methods all the
Truth Believe The Ones Who Love You Really Do I Have A Method To My Sadness It Gets Me By Something Missing Yet To Be Identified You'll Need More Than
way I feel The river I'm thinking of doesn't have a stink above the water from the waste that's been dumped therein This river is crystal, not method
, Methodically punching The half frozen floor The blood from her fingers Helped warm them, but only Until it froze over a moment, No more No more
want the streets to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) I don't want to hear the good time
