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heisst die neue kwan single nr.one/
vier sprachen, vier nation, vier/
elemente, vier sesongs/
auf einem track/in einem song/
als gutes beispiel voran/die

foi qui ont su m'epauler
je finis par un big one love pour tout mes amis
vois publik on the track pour des annees

refrain

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JD man gotta stop playin wit us man
I told this niggas
Im a motha fuckin beast on dees tracks man
Im for real
Nitti beats all dey gettchu one nigga

She ain't taking me back
I used to have nothing to lose
Now I'm thumbing through the news
To get my mind on track
Another attack
There was that

to reach your brain
0057 is the code I maintain
crossed bridges and tracks to make 14 my game
connect the whole city like a metro train
never resting, clever

over your own tracks
When you feel like a derailed train hit with a poll tax
More wax than in a female flame, that candle
So much funky shit inside my

Don't waste your time and try to leave 
IÂ'll track you down at every turn
Watch the lump under your skin 
Guess who's living within

Me the parasite

made'em pissed
We write rhymes on a regular take tracks to the face, turning
Silence into music or the day goes to waste
We travel on into unknown don't

agree
Track record speaks for itself,
you should have looked before you leaped
So you retreated to a place you can handle everything
Distancing yourself

I would do this all again
If I could I would rewind 

Sit back and relax
Keep track of the facts
As I gaze in the maze
Of your eyes they've been laced

the light hit the surface to expose the cracks
What's worse than not knowin if you're still on track
Paranoid and having thoughts about turnin back
I've seen

destined to die

I'm the bloodline, the river is rolling 

Like a train on the tracks, turn your white into black

I'm alive, and the pain, it is showing

Everyone is laughing at you
They all laugh behind your back
They talk about when you were different
They talk about when you fell off track
These fathers

the stands
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands
Not a lost soul who

feel deep inside?
Get on with your life 'cause all this shit's off track!
Take control and get this monkey of your back!
Take control and get this monkey

five million light bulbs in neon
I'm the rhyme writer God provided to be on
The track so the fact is that I gotta put the heat on cuz

Jesus (and all I

doesn't need no-one
She drives into town in her old tray back
Down thirty miles of dusty track
And still she wears thatmold black veil
Lips so red and skin

a fifth of Mad Dog cause I'm finna act dog
show this nigga how we livin cross the track dog
you better back off or I'ma hit this nigga with this hot shit

the shit, you just constipated
Your flow trash, mines Switz, so complicated
Flow easy on the track like the Doctor made it
State P and Gain Greezy, you got

on riding until then
Down the track that I've been running on

And all the stops I've passed
Are like the days gone by
Another chance I've missed and never

Lost track of time
No signs of life
Nothing changed in your cage
Too many lies
You roll the dice
A piece of meat your sugar for the streets

And once

Sit down on my leg
Let me tell you little story about where I've been
Through bridges and tracks
In and out of towns
You wanna know some more?
You

door, watching his girl, as we chuckle to ourselves and exchange a smile, now come on

Suburbia streets, man a o hit this track open
an i rap for those

Missed a couple times,
Had to slap myself- someone needs to fuckin die,
All ive been thinkin about is money needs to get earned,
I put the track on pause