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[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover] [Lyrics: S. Drover] [Theme - Glen] Born into fire - embellished into flames Arise from fury - you are inept
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover] [Lyrics: S. Drover] Watching - as the rain keeps falling down Waiting - for the pain to knock me down Malign
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover] [Lyrics: S. Drover] Trapped beneath 1000 storms, volcanic ash is brimming to explode Buried under walls of ice -
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover] [Lyrics: S. Drover] Triumph over adversity - a struggle to exist The heart torn to pieces - to loose you must resist
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover] [Lyrics: S. Drover] Closing my eyes from a cynical world left behind Memories gone without a trace Emotional burnout -
nicht, ihr seid die Saat, die ich bewässer' Und deswegen gibt es jedes Jahr so viele neue Rapper Sie finden, S. hot, wollen haben, was S, hat Mein Style
essah nicht, ihr seid die Saat, die ich bewässer' Und deswegen gibt es jedes Jahr so viele neue Rapper Sie finden, S. hot, wollen haben, was S, hat
Hör mal zu was ich kann ich fang' jetzt an Durchgenudelt lobbesudelt wegen geilem Sprechgesang Nimm das S. nimm das M. nimm das U. nimm das D. nimm
tu S. O. S. Las penas recorren el alba y tu ya no duplicas peces, Perdido bajo tu juicio ya no espero tu perdón, la luz de este precipicio se enciende
Kruchy lod Cienkie szklo Steve McQueen, Romy S. Johnie L., Elvis P. Martwy film Martwy blues Kruche szklo Cienki lod Czas olowiu. Sluchaj, to jest
Jej rysuje ktoś Ona z pochwał drwi I odlicza złe dni O swe jutro drży Moja cierpliwość S. O. S. Nasze Pierwszą naiwną Nie chce być Nie chce być,
quicky little hitties in the parking lot Reading William S. Burroughs like a beatnik freak Say there's poetry in the way we fall asleep Grow your own
Mike Ovitz Michael S. Ovitz Mike Ovitz, I wanna be Mike Ovitz Michael S. Ovitz Mike Ovitz, I wanna be Why can't I be Michael Ovitz? I
Dillo a Sara, qui c'ho 13 centimetri di spessore Esagerato come S. Pellegrino La mia foto per santino Faccia da galera, S. Quintino Salmone e
Dawgs to my hood S. A. P. S trying to be S. P. C. A (they cuffing us) No I'm not sny’ing right now bitch I get a suit test I might need a PA (I’m luxury)
the Butler You could never find another like This G. I. L. L. S. is a swish, cold dish served up Ducking all of the folly, truly the kid godly Was chosen
of the old S. P. And of all you had, through good and bad A half always belonged to me You made me promise to you, Jack If I lived and you cashed in
Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than
Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than
without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know call me S. I. R. T. double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own
of the old S. P. And of all you had, through good and bad A half always belonged to me; You made me promise to you, Jack If I lived and you cashed in
To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man Who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes In burying himself many miles beneath the ground As the only
the boy-boys go nuts (uh-huh) All the dope boys, all the boys wanna fuck (yeah) My nigga S. Beezy keep my wrist breezy (uh-huh) Why would I go hard when this
bout to pop Then, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot And I ain't never been to jail, I ain't never pay a nigga To do no dirt for me I was scared
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