mush Now my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell
stop the chase Around the ring Just stop running, running Round the ring Don't you know that fate Has been decided by the gods? Feel the distance, distance
a g recipe It get you hooked, havin fits off my shit [chorus] [king tee] They wanna wipe us out! I think they hate us Killers with the pencils and
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my
and breaking mistaking words tonight like how does the clock turn to take you away as minutes count hours the miles separate, this distance that killed us
my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
and enslave us Worker that never paid us Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and everybody else tried to come down here us Killed my father that raised us Kidnapped us
time to stop The chase around the ring Just stop running, running Round the ring Don't you know that fate has been Decided By the gods Feel the distance Distance
I Need A Rida' Type Of Bitch- Stay By My Side N Tag Along- As Long For Them Smooth Caramel Silky Brown Thighs- Underneath That Sexy Dress I Wanna Know That That
by the dozen, my adrenaline was pumpin But when I use to come in, u kept dinner in the oven Just because I'm bussing that don't distance us for nothing
fade slow I heard you had a voice like an angel... I heard that fame's a killer that can murder great Princes like \Kurt Cobain singing Purple Rain From a distance
glow fade slow I heard you had a voice like an angel... I heard that fame's a killer that can murder great Princes like Kurt Cobain singing Purple Rain From a distance
stares into the Amentine Night And gives us a ghost and wraps it in gold A thousand years is nothing Two thousand years still less And it shone that
Překlad: My Kings. Vzdálenost, která nás zabil.