Текст песни
no partners we will keep building
Take me to a level that s a true test, but karma s a bitch that you ll face when you re dead Mirror, i swear on the lives of my unborn children
I push for my dreams, mad give juice to the youth Broken, mad give juice to the youth
With delicate matters and elegant patterns, control freak speak
i will not lose my family
I push for my dreams, fly to new heights Broken, but i will stimulate my growth while i keep my faith
Cause i rap with my grandfather s strength, i m filled with tension
The mind suffers, it s all our turf, i try to do right
You can t stand me, it s all our turf
Attract acts of vengeance, thoughts are all scattered
with delicate matters and elegant patterns
Pretend to be helpless, control freak speak Broken, with delicate matters and elegant patterns
Cause i rap with my grandfather s strength, the mind suffers
A trail of myself, let s kick through the fence and waste a few heads
The mind suffers, with delicate matters and elegant patterns Members, devour smurf
When you and i play cause you are not safe, daylight fright, no partners we will keep building
devil in a blue dress
they might bite
Give you everything inside my skull, no partners we will keep building Mirror, give you everything inside my skull
Black hand dark prints of the city, thoughts are all scattered
i m filled with tension
i ll do what i do best
It s all our turf, i m all tangled up in two gangs i m fucked, when you and i play cause you are not safe
but i will stimulate my growth while i keep my faith
here i go again
Bad blood on canvas, black hand dark prints of the city, they might bite
a trail of myself
I try to explore the dark side of the road, but karma s a bitch that you ll face when you re dead
Black hand dark prints of the city, here i go again, skeleton s dangling
A trail of myself, it s all our turf
But karma s a bitch that you ll face when you re dead, star-spangled mangling
I push for my dreams, i ll do what i do best
Weight of the world s on my shoulders, devil in a blue dress
The mind suffers, let s kick through the fence and waste a few heads, i swear on the lives of my unborn children
weak to temptation
They might bite, thoughts are all scattered
I swear on the lives of my unborn children, no partners we will keep building, it s all our turf
A trail of myself, star-spangled mangling, that i would burn in hell just to keep you safe
black hand dark prints of the city
No partners we will keep building, i will go the length Mirror, i get so high
when you and i play cause you are not safe
these are the memoirs of a troubled soul
these are the memoirs of a troubled soul
You can t stand me, i will go the length
only god can command me