Besedila:
Crystal Eyes Child Of Rock

child you were born to rock Oh, oh, child you were born to rock Oh, oh, child you were born to rock Oh, oh, child you were born to rock We were all born

a punk keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of ducks who can flip like i do? spit like NaS too? rock a yankee fitted, still throw up piru? rock

bubble keeps you distant from the trouble. Im Choppin it like the captain of the saw mill droppin shit puttin patterns in the corn fields after this every town knows that Eso rocks

something sensuous has trickled over us Like streams of come on porcelain, like cold rain on a rock We are multi-coloured candies, sweet and hard Or the salty, jagged edges of crystal