Lyrics:
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
Watching, waiting, counting to a thousand
My Scorpio drifts at night
Working, observing, planning a heist
Just to make the time tick by
When there's
And the German will be sickened by us
And the German will talk about us
And the German will fear us
But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors
You
I got em cursing and wishing, I'd stop all the heat that I'm dishing
But taking the game is the mission, so you better play your position
I see you
that
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
That'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
untrammeled by
Societal and cultural games
It's inexorable unfolding so clear
To those who have eyes right here
So who am I without my story
I'm the Awareness
temps là pour tout baiser
J'vais tous les baiser comme veut la tradition
Dans l'peché depuis gosse rebeu Jsuis baigné
En enfer on payera très cher
letztes Jahr
Und ich denk' mir nur, "Was, Bruder?"
Ich denk' mir nur, "Was, bruder?"
Simon Desue macht nix mehr
Sein Channel ist game over
Mal was
Simon Desue macht nix mehr
Sein Channel ist game over
Mal was Positives zwischen
Uploadfilter und Corona
Alter, jeder macht jetzt Mucke mit Autotune
Amelisa, it's May and blossoms 1957, single, but bold
I see you, belle of the ball and
hometown sweetheart, gifted
I want to tell you seize this
a fictional being created by the same
Powers that be, Montreal never gon be anything other
Than what Quebec expects it to be
Politicians sell lies, like a city
the real stuff
Day by day, puttin' on a brave face (hey)
Playing games, taking pain straight away (yay)
Maybe made mistakes but it's A-OK (wait)
We all
this feelin'
First I counted a dollar
Then I counted a millio
Okay here we go, got the game in the figure 4
You my girl walk pigeon toed
Don't talk
a vice don't justify it
It isn't your choice if you take a life by it
Chewing their cud of feedstock fodder
Factory farms and guiltless slaughter
Tagged
Yuh fuckin’ with the realest
Bright lights dazzled in delight
Can you pay the price for a good fuckin’ night
Drawn in by
Bright lights dazzled in
Bright lights dazzled in delight
Can you pay the price for a good fuckin' night
Drawn in by
Bright lights dazzled in delight
Can you pay the price
to explode like the fission
Game I am stitching and realness I'm spitting
Showing some love, though hard from my condition
Result of ambition
Result
signals like Morse code
My soul starts to grow colder than the North Pole
I try to focus on the whole of where the torch goes
In the tradition of these
beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by
Gather round my table lads let’s play a little game
A time-honoured tradition to claim your pirate name
The Seawolf lads they came and passed their
in the game I survived every shot
Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality
Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me
Uhh, don't let
drink
Snuck out to the lobby
Oh look I found a TV
I forgot the game was happening
It's down to the wire
Time will soon expire
Down by one this kick
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead
Limited to earth, unable
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