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[Everlast]
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
for real dealers who ain t got no feelings
check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official White folks murderers
My mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for their self in this land we be gunnin
and keep them shook crews runnin
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you re in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they re whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it ll be your very last time breathin
your simple words just don t move me
you re minor, we re major
you all up in the game and don t deserve to be a player
don t make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots ll make you levitate
I m only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another figga deceased, another story gets told
it ain t nothin really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don t know, go figure
meanwhile back in L.A the foundation
if I die I couldn t choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
There ain t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
There ain t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin the live with the diamonds and guns
there s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones
you ain t a crook son, you just a shook one

There s a war going on outside
no man is safe from
you can run but you can t hide forever
In these streets that we done took
you walking with your head down scared to look
you shook cause there anit no such thing as half way crooks
there never around when the beef cooks
and my part of town is similar to Vietum
now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control
you better have the right gear get ready
tryin back me and get rock steady
by the mac one double I ll touch you
leave you with not much to go home with
my skin is thick
cause I be up in the mix of action
If I m not at home puffin lie relaxin
I lay got a nigga depress
so I wear a stuff (?) underneath my gest
In the life filled with diamonds and guns
there s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
But some get shot,lock-down,and turn nuns
cowardly hearts say straight up shook ones
You shook

there ain t no things as half way crooks
( you ani t a crook son)
You sarced to death you scared to look you shook
(you just a shook one)
there ain t no things as half way crooks
(you ani t a crook son)
You scared to death you sacred to look you shook
(you just a shook one)
There ain t no such things as half way crooks
You scared to death you scared to look you shook
there ain t no such things as half way crooks
you scared to death you scared to look you shook

you ain t a crook son
you just a shook one
you ani t a crook son
You just a shook one
just a shook one
you ain t a crook son
you just a shook one
just a shook one

Street by street. Block by block. Taking it all back.
The youth immersed in poison - turn the tide counterattack.
Violence against violence, let the roundups begin.
A firestorm to purify the bane that society drowns in. No mercy, no
exceptions, a declaration of total war....

ICH BIN SO SCHÖN,
ICH BIN SO TOLL,
ICH BIN DER ANTON AUS TIROL
MEINE GIGASCHLANKEN WADLN, SAN A WAHNSINN FÜR DIE MADLN
MEI FIGUR, A WUNDER DER NATUR.
ICH BIN SO STARK UND AUCH SO WILD
ICH TREIB ES HEISS UND EISGEKÜHLT

Miniatury

A jak będę stary zgrzybiały
To pozwól mi
Raz ostatni na górskie szlaki
Samotnie wyjść

Siądę sobie spokojnie na reglu
W promieniach dnia
Wtedy kostuchę z komory wypuść
By po mnie szła

Mgłą jak płaszczem królewskim
Otuli wiatr
Buk mi na siwe włosy
Złotą koronę da

Gdy jesienią zobaczę na niebie
Żurawi sznur
Wtedy cichutko pójdę do ciebie
Po szczytach gór

A jak będę stary...

Song for a dreamer

Skeptic at the feast in ashes
Huntsmen at the voyeurs ball
Funeral parlour guests invited
Mourning poorly worn by all

Old and mouldy words of passion
Savage Rose destroyed them all
Wrote her fate in neon captions
Slender sender made me crawl

Playmate of the Mouth expected
Passionata bless the...

Headroom

I need some headroom
i need some space to breath
you re cramping my style
won t you move over please
something has fallen and it feels so hard to get to
wool around my eyes
you try to tell me that i don...