the inability of yanks to make a good cup of tea Instructions are printed on the teabag But either they can't read Or they think it's a gag Pour boiling
Prevod: Masters of Reality. Tusa.
don't forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born Born thru reality, yacub's
rock and roll, But we can't avoid that arena, It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don
niggas died for honor, i know some niggas in my hood a fucking tell on they mama. i only roll with a chosen few a chosen crew, like bize, hotboy, drama, afficial, D's
undrstanded zero plus i'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, well bitch A young nigga sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The fallen angel strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S
challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven
girfted Nigga? please, you work for UPS It?s not about a salary, it?s all about reality ?(KRS-One) And the J-U-N-E-L-Y I don?t slur my words when I rap
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind
wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my
and just simmer Cos we up in the spot as the lights grow dimmer Street anthem sound from your local DJ mix master Play that shizzle on your speakers don?t
look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped out
t forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born Born thru reality, Yacub's
to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind
