Pay to be born Pay to die Pay to be born Pay to die They send you to churches And sick institutions Brainless excuses For mindless abuses They teach
Překlad: Master. Pay To Die.
tomorrow Tonight like success knows no shame Oh no, she's a rejecter I must protect myself There's the girl that left me bitter Want to pay some other
to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me speak the magic Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc People pay Just
is, they ain't got shit for him And really the fact is, we not in the same bracket Not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets Don't pay
makes no choice Soon you will not hear his voice His job is to shed light Not to master Since the end is never told We pay the teller off in gold In
Brainwash..what a price to pay Brainwash..when there ain't no other way Crossed ideas and twisted fear
on the paper File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker Swearing by the Bible blatantly blasphemous Publicly perpetrating that, "In God We Trust" Cross-examined by a master
every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna soak up the sun I've got a crummy job It don't pay near enough To buy the
're not important, we should be grateful And if you're wondering why, why Love, love, love The price that we pay When evil walks the planet And love is crushed like clay The master
Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say, "Come what may" 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay
In Japan!) The views are amazing And their champagne waiting Because that's how we wrote it (Yummy!) And now the label has to pay for the video (yay!) And pay
word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with no pay/ Sad
it all in, tell yo'self it's a must-win Apply pressure never give up, laugh in the end then fuck 'em Stay on yo paper, nigga straight face attitude, nigga pay
about my mail I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain 'Cause I'm a gangsta The gas prices too high, the pay raise is too low I'm better
I retaliate I'll make you mother fuckers pay Now point me to the motherfuckin', yay You lookin' at a sick bastard This stick up shit, I got it mastered
I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put and I rest my case It's elementary, yet far more than resources to pay the rent
