live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth. B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me I'm destined for triple, left hand crippled and the right hand
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
of them collide Then the most toxic rain landed on my Caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive 6 foot somethin' made of Spanish descent What I write is fresh air like my hand
your hand What can you do when you don't seem to fit You fall to bits inside all because of it Blame it on some massive lack of confidence Three years
through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killing by vicious viking hands
a bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on your hands, let the Branson break
boys march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the dope girls dipping) [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar
way Lacerations leak wasted heat and fluid, as the body cools in a predictable manner My assistant lubricates the thermo-couple probe, a massive 12-inch
[Lyrics: Urteaga Music: Davis] Manipulation - by the hands of oppression that grab a hold They have no choice but to die 1000 years of pain - their
Our aim: world domination No fear, hands in-a di air Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere There's
in the passionate night Ah, they're soiled now, they're torn at the edges Like moths on a still yellow light No penance serves to renew them No massive
alive... please start fighting back i know you're scared, just take my hand... we'll start fighting back it keeps coming back, can't take you alive, just take my hand
Strung out eyes as cold as worship Two minutes silence in a century of screams Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul Skin against skin and blood against
New Orleans drinkin hand grenades, outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest, in Mardigra all the women tryna show mw they chest, Heyy I'm in Jamaica spendin massive
Intro: It?s Mario Winans, and Massiv It?s like a dream? (Part 1,Massiv): Hand auf?s Herz das war Liebe auf den ersten Blick Ich wusste nicht dass
mich aus! Hast mich zutiefst verletzt, wo bleibt deine Ehre blo?? Guck mein eigner Vater liebte dich wie seinen eignen Sohn! Ich hatt? fur dich die Hand
Und fragte Basstard wie es nun um meine Zukunft steht Du musst das Rappen uben, man also tat ich das Ich nahm Block und Stift in meine Hand und schrieb
dir einen andern ein doch bei uns stellt man sich auf den andern ein Die Ara wird angefuhrt, man schenkt dir dieses Vertrauen,denn ich habe eher die Hand