This ain't the planet of sound This ain't the planet of sound This ain't the planet of sound This ain't the planet of sound I had a talented wine That
Перевод: Face To Face. Планета Of Sound.
there was not one around this ain't the planet sound this ain't the planet sound this ain't the planet sound this ain't the planet sound i had a talented
i think my dad gone crazy! [Verse #1:] There's no mountain i can't climb There's no tower too high, No plane that i can't learn how to fly What do i
drivin' Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up [Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign
give a fuck if I sound whack Billboard, drugs is what I kill for I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
up Tryin hard to hide my face They placed the name but can't recall description I ain't did shit officer That bitch trippin Promise retaliation They plan
me… Reason: Who are these voices, where do they come from? Should we try to understand? Mere illusions, hallucinations? They might be vital to our plan Love: They sound
-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woah-oh-oh-oh-ooooh! Oh-woah-oh! One Tri... One Tri... One Tribe, one time, one planet, one race It's all one blood, don't care about your face
it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while
he's on the case ya better hide your face inspector gadget oh if a city's gonna be safe inspector gadget oh he's nummber one now who's that man with a master plan
all snoozing' on some afternoon shit I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun Just to spit bleach in his face It's lunchtime punk, open the face
Jigga, standin in one place Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face They threw the weak plan B Says who? Says me Then what's plan A, cause plan
un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan
rhyming for a reason We plan 'cause we can And we we didn't ask for permission And we enter with a bang And the empire saying Everyone should have a face
toilet, same shit In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands Still toast cinnamon Been gangster way before he dropped many men Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound
't crazy got ? Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot takin long rides in a G4 plane
