I Tell Myself That I Wasn't That Involved And Put Away Problems That Are Not Solved Still I Recall What We Did That Day It's Clear Why You Ran Away My
(1-2-3-4!) Twenty years have past, come and gone so fast, nothin's gettin better, nothin seems to last, but the rebellion I live for still stands
You give sweet and how easily I fall deep Your touch pours like honey on my skin It's smooth but it lingers (Too long) You the cure and the cause of
[Talking] Immortal Technique Revolutionary Volume 2 Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York Let the truth be known.. [Verse 1] You better watch
It's time to close up, shop And turn the lights down, start the show It's time to pick your costume Change the person you hate the most Maybe you can
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got
I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side Never drop top forty 'cause I always rock b-side G-rides and a hundred spokes to match We roll
I've been sittin' here Tryin' to find myself I get behind myself I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the payback Listen for the playback They say that
I'm a pimp, you can check my stats And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls, smack all
If every thing's tight, from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in
It ain't nothing but a party here From the early evening 'til the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome 2 the
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk Come to Poppa, big Momma 'cause your Daddy's drunk I wanna pump, pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp Make ya
It ain't nothing but a party hey From the early evening till the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the
Gotta make this money and I make this money This money is me, this money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me? Just let me be and let me
Bitch Where you at Rock, where you at [Answering Machine:] Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you
(Adolfo Angel) Ya no quiero que nadie me pregunte por ella Yo quiero olvidarla por favor comprendan Ha dejado recuerdos que me hacen danos Ha dejado en
A Cause (Francoise Dorin/Jacques Veneruso) On s'est aime a cause A cause de la vie A cause des grands reves Que nous avions batis Autour d'Adam et d'
We've travelled your six lane highways, and still arrived late. Then saw a cockroach dancing, upon our deli plate. I've drank your wicked potions, ended