That screams 'bout fighting regimes Ten years passed by And you ran along You ran along with your fucking Urge to belong When will you get this right? (When, right
screams 'bout fighting regimes Ten years passed by and you ran along You ran along with your fucking urge to belong When will you get this right? - When... right
Vertaling: Opgewek Fist. Kry dit reg!.
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might
, he's talking over I've asked him twice, says he don't know her I raise a fist, he grabs my wrist Ask for the truth and this is what I get I only asked
or two on my list let me tick em off Rochelle from the Saturdays Pixie Lott who would if thought i'd got this far and how on earth did his name brand get
me feel you Everything was right until her phone begins to ring She takes it to the corner, that's when I start wondering I can hear her shouting, banging her fist
guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this Expand, give all my true
gotta get ova' I document culture closer to the edge Bolder than a print, open to interpretation, gazin deep into the glitz? To my people, raise you fists
to get the party crackin' And if the time and the day is right The revolution will begin this Saturday night Dip, dive, socialize Get ready for the
's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy It's only right that I address this
your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with
hang when you aint even munch the man sittin' next to the man dont get me wrong you still get respect 'cause we were raised like that to get with this
Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist I got nothin' to lose so I gat fools with this I got nothin
