Vertaling: Anti Nêrens League. Kop in die Muur.
like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti
cried Mary J Blige rivers I realized that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges The writings on the wall
these Niggaz wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka, sicka The rhyme spitter, spittin' over the transmitter I got double platinum records on the wall
the walls? Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards Nigga this is lockdown I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha Yeah, Dub stay chuckin' the pavement, I'm anti
Dis for dem bottom bitches, all about da dolla bitches Independent, but love fuckin wit real niggas Dis for my thug nuggas, gettin rich drug dealin My trap stars wit big walls
night hit the strip see me floss the car Hit for now, all smiles no tears for now Quiet money know the styles see all years from now Anti, still camerin
Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her Screaming like a radio Mary Lou left marks on you She just screams at the walls The kite
the President excellent Rock waves with Three Sixty measurements chrome rims, new timbs Exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mind state Prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily Wall
there weren't 4 walls i'm sitting in the box and watching it all talk and making all my minds up is it finally times up no matter what the facts are it is anti
, That is why I ever call, Huummm, I know that you could possess my body, And I know you could make me scrawl I know you'd have me shaken, Have me climbing the wall
in fall and you feel a cold breeze Of wind around, there is no one out at this time, it's perfect for the A.G.D. You hear whispering behind the big wall
So this is Great Britain And welcome aboard A sinking ship that's full of shit And someone nicked the oars With failing false economy And anti-punk autonomy
knees serve golden caps and such To be esoteric to touch But, atmospheric enough to grab like a pink cat, Tag on a wall, b-boy at the park while DJ'
, That is why I ever call, Huummm, I know that you could possess my body, And I know you could make me scrawl I know you`d have me shaken, Have me climbing the wall
get crushed when I bust on beats and you'll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets im not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti
lost on a wall in black marker 66 more flicks for Clive Barker With a little message, for real research kids Can you guess who the faggot DJ is? My anti
you foul too much Playin' on the wall with the scowls and such Man the Owl's a Dutch, I done all varities Cage, Mi, and E's, anti-society Fingers blisterin
