Traducción: Desconhecido. O Bem (With My Soul).
myself, Is it?, looks just like my accountent, I don't think it is my acountent, Thank christ! Excuse my language but, oh my accountent, i adore my accountent
draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in
my soul in blood I speak the truth on every thang I love I'll probably sacrifice my life.. to send my message through mics It's like a war drum callin
it wasn't my niggas It was that money that kept you blinded I'm masterminded, perfect timin' Keepin' my mental criminal minded Want an autograph, and I signed it
our hands Barren the land, it's all dead and gone And still the tyrant's face is red So witness my glory, my triumph, my fame It's the sweetest taste
in time It will pass It's gonna pass Oh, it's gonna pass It's gonna pass in time It will pass in time It will pass Well, it's gonna pass It will pass
it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental We put together five soldiers, the bitch called My blood curdled
, with all it?s far out schemes Let's time decide what it should mean It?s not the time but just the dreams that die And sometimes when the room is still
share in it There is somethin' cruel about this, But I know hopeful it's not far behind. What was unknown just hours ago, Is now the killer with
be making love to me Arousing my emotions, touching me with poetry Take my eyes, my heart, my soul For without thee, I'm incomplete, un-whole Baby, you were well rehearsed With
SECRET NO.7 We feel just like Two criminals With unknown crimes It's not your fault It's always mine. THE SPANISH DAGGER Well stop cashing me in for
about it? It's making me consider that I've lost my mind The way I see you must be blind So this is the world you left behind This is the guilt that
Reality is just a fragment. Fragment inside my soul. My eyes are closed. My head is spinnin. My head is spinnin. [Jamie Maddrox] This is a musical masterpiece
Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed vales of Hyperborea... [The King's Dream:] By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with
ALTARUS: Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed vales of Hyperborea... The King's Dream: By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with
read 'em and weep It's there in my eyes and coming straight from my heart It's running silent and angry and deep It's there in my eyes and it's all I
Bryon, surprise, I'm still alive with a militant mind Gotta hit it, will die in a minute, did he feel it? Well then, get it rewind, you just trippin
