memories from the start, the time has flown Where's the ending and the start? Is she's still in your heart? She's still in your heart
Vertaling: Die Power Station. Tog In Jou Hart.
run memories from the start, the time has flown Where's the ending and the start? Is she's still in your heart? She's still in your heart
went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin' yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your
tumor from a brain (E-Roc: We're all cooped up so feel the pain) from four hundred years of exploitation Anesthesia provided by your local TV station
And set inside my fantasy leave everything that all your love is askin me From first to the last with me, I pray you keep your hands on me And let the hear your
He was carefully ignored No mention of the scuffle in the corridor But the questions still got asked At the nurse's station he was close enough To hear
do you understand? Hear my last broadcast-mic in hand Workers rise up-bear arms-the coup rapes it's own homeland Hold on th your memories ("disappeared
destiny inflated evaporated gone like a doo drop you try to crush me now hear comes a true drop of rhymes my coltivation atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
clever But I'm looking back right into your eyes, so Don't you ever, never ever, think that I might trip or Slip right down your stairs Into your cells
cousin locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another When it's your brother? Still standing
is how we rate, stand with us And stand amongst the likes of the great scandalous Cats, try they best to decipher the tape What we manifest still gets blessed in every state
For the one In your life right now Don't underestimate The power of your word You can tear one down Build one up With the power of your word So why
't cap fit ya Drop the biggest stats ever so don't let that **** hit ya I'ma show you how to get your shine on (Get your shine on) Turn it up the DJ
Illinois, here to build and destroy I come on your deck, on your set On your strip, through your borough Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me Yeah, I got power
- Learn to be still Learn to be still Now the flowers in your garden They don't smell so sweet Maybe you've forgotten The heaven lying at your
Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries Only a buck forty five and I talk a lot of shit Oh, you still don't think I'm tight ask your girl