Скрещены клинки,в небе слышен сталь и звон Ночь разорвалась криком со всех сторон Вольные стрелки не жалеют стрел Горе тому,кто скрыться не успел Слева
Путь мой далекий в синей ночи,ты мне приснись,хоть бы на миг Дождь,серый дождь прошу замолчи,ты не стучи,слышишь мой крик Свет тихо растворился в ночи
And you're like a 90's Jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you? You sample concepts like hors d'oeurves And you eat their questions for dessert
You make and break your own restrictions You write and prove your own revisions You become new You sweat and bleed pure fascination You thrive upon disintegration
Snoop, Snoopy doo, Snoop doo doo Fredwreck, Snoop Dogg Yeah, quit bullshittin' and hit it, man Hit the shit, man, yeah If I do, if I don't, if I will
Screwdriver repeatedly lands in his face Gouges and hacks at the man of disgrace Tearing off muscles from the bones of his chest Rending his flesh with
I feel this empty like bullets deep inside me. I made a chair a place to dig them out. I drove these answers through my hands like nails to fill what
Hey, leave me alone, man Come on bro I don't feel like it, man Come on, come on Go ahead, bro, come on Can't make me do it, man Come on, man, come on
Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine" There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, original tick in
Promise you'll say if it gets Promise you'll say if it gets too much Don't be so scared of corners Don't be so tired of this life You drink to laugh
Non-commercial lyrics run like hershial Walkin fast cause I'm a smooth talker Appeal to feel but don't praise and kneel, just heal And always look for
Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel Walkin' fast, 'cause I'm a smooth talker Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel, just heal And always look
I don't wanna be weak I just wanna be strong Don't wanna make you uncomfortable Every time I'm wrong I don't wanna be rough Just wanna be sweet to you
What was that bang? It was the next big thing Exploding over our heads And soon the next generation Will emerge from behind the bike sheds What are we
And you're like a 90's Jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you? And you sample concepts like hors d'oeurves And you eat their questions for
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure (You gotta find a way to deal with) The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure (You gotta find a way to
I have nerve, you don??° deserve to take what I dish out or stick with me. I??¦ not too bright I just lose my sight of what I strive for and want to be
