. God-fearing is not what you are, yeah; you're so far. So far from God. A man of his word, deliverer of truth, descended from heaven, and he walked
. God-fearing is not what you are, yeah; you?re so far. So far from God. A man of his word, deliverer of truth, descended from heaven, and he walked upon
Перевод: Разговорный. Так далеко от бога.
Points her wretched finger at me With a wretched smile And she asks me in a voice That sound as if it`s been so long Since she spoke,if I seek magic
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gon for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity, we erased one another So far from where we came with so
. sings You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the world? Don't look at mine, get yours (music fades) Radio Show from
o Lyrics From the city to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow
and the stash, and were I got my guns And you know I'm the bird man 'cause I sold so much coco Beware of the crack pipe, that's by far in ya life I got
my own, I'm too far gone for competition Yet I'm never obnoxious with my obvious ambition Perfectly imperfect is my dimension's definition I engage my pen pierce the page so
, some pray for God Looking at the murder rate never ask why Colt 45, where the four five The innocent die young, can't judge life Never did, so I live
I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette So when you mention my name these niggaz get offended No chain on just a five star pendant General of that Riot so
high grade Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me [Hook] [
[Talib Kweli] (Spoken) Yea, so we got this tune called "For Women" right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said it was inspired by, you know Down
Call it Paranoia. Yea Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon' hate Gotta move [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a walking target I'm so far from soft, I'm probably
jokin' me" Ten fingers, ten toes like it's supposed to be Thank god it ain't no coke in me That's what my momma spoke to me She said, "Son, your uzi
