veins But still a long way to go All we know has lost its size If you're looking down from space Your problems are unreal at one blow We are the only
Bản dịch: Rage. The Blow In A Row.
chillin on a desktop Execution and illusion of art Like a wizard's magic pencil steady aiming at your heart Always backed by the hatchet Drop a body in a casket Like a
I try to mediate diplomatically, but you don't even care It's time to put them up and throw them down Take this squabble round to round Have a row, time
leaving until you suffocatin' in the front row I wanna see shoulder blades ricochet off the ribcage This is new age, stress age for boogie down renegades in rage
figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga Nigga, I
the tin cats Turns and shouts "children, blow your bridges" On death row halls where dustmen stall Where time's an enemy and a friend At night
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect, I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage
six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga [Napolean
thought that I knew her And the rain came howling out of Virginia Blue tick blowing the water out her nose Jenny and me, in the front row, and singing
row You want to go to meet your pals, but your dad won't let you go He's totally blind, babbling wild and he rages and he blows "I don't want you boy
speech slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE
I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ride Like a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the oncean wide. From the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland
thought that I knew her And the rain came howling Out of Virginia Blue tick blowing the water Out her nose Jenny and me in the front row And singing
