Life be the topic if I live it then I jot it Baptized in aquatics like the loch ness Neck stretched like an ostrich, viewing the land Pursuing his will
listen But first I have to cop a T and briefs Then I'll be able to spread some wisdom [some rambling by Praverb haha] I approached this guy, like hey, I'm Praverb the Wyse
I've seen gloomy days; all I see is black clouds Rhyming in my house, never seen a packed crowd I was a foster kid, grew up a black child A young Nat
This goes out to the peeps that felt me Before I dropped a song or classic LP This goes out to the peeps that felt me When I was feeling depressed, a
(feat. Trinidad) I'm wiser today, still trying to find me a way I love rap but it don't provide retirement pay That's no benefits, it's so interesting
You don't know how it is to be a foster child You don't know how it is to be a lost old child Crawled in the arms of Christ, it feels awesome now So
I hate the state of hip hop, no Laffy Taffy Waving like Danny Glover when the taxi pass me So I, tag the beat with my ability, nobody feeling me Because
I'm an artist that mingles with the crowd like Ron Artest And I will conquest, this game one ear at a time I'm Goliath on this mic, I put fear in your
With steady discipline, when I grip the pen I'm like Mr. Rivera, the relief is here Bringing I'll rhymes, to a speaker near you Sometimes I want to bleach
Little Tatianna, a young girl, who had a momma Didn't know her father, she was feeling confused At an early age she was abused By a promiscuous fool
It's PViz, emcee spoken poet When it comes to the words yeah you know I composed it I'm not saying I'm the all knowing I'm just saying the confidence
I'm dead to sin, shedding my old self Dead to sin, shedding my old health I'm back now, new body and soul Crack down, Satan doesn't have control I'm
Жиган а.к.а Чума Grey, Паук дон Свет и Тьма Жиган Сукам нужен секс, наркотики и рокенрол, А пацанам нужны суки и накрытый стол На стол ствол, сук под
Путь Пацана! Да, да, да, да, да! Да! Путь Пацана! Давай, давай, давай! Путь Пацана, вот метод, вот стратегия, Феномены Казани не нуждаются в привелегии
Почему... вышло так... спим на кровати в разных углах? В лицо друг другу снова молчим Ведь ты была лучшей из моих женщин... Почему тебя я ненавижу так
I tremble, wise guy One day, I’ll rise and shine in the morning light Surrender, wise guy One day, I’ll rise and shine in the morning light Remember
Ублюдки глотая излишки, плюют На дары всевышнего... Из них выжат дух, Что выше луж и грязи... Боязнь брошена лицом на земь... Человек-казнь устроил из
Y llegas sin decirme nada Vienes envuelto en el silencio Vienes detras de una mirada O en el temor de un beso Detras de las pequenas cosas que Me hacen