Tekst :

You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I m shootin f.a.g. s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don t fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain t nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas don t want it with the Famester
Bringin it to you gon be the last, kid
I m ready to blast, kid
Aiyo, let s take it to they ass, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g.
The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can t see
I m willin to die for my respect
If I have to I will let
So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In 93 I calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You niggas ain t livin trife
And rappers that s claimin that they underground
I put they ass under ground for life
Wait, I ma set that ass straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don t discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime s fine with me
You fuckin f.a.g.

Fever i know you ve come to take my love
Go away
Fever i know your face just like a dove
Fly away
Fever turn the lights out
Take a different road
Let us be
Fever i know you ve come to take my love
Go away
Fever i know in god i shouldn t trust
He s...

Smack that bitch right across the lips
Cause she aint nothin but a filthy bitch
Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block
Blackin her eyes your lunatic tock
Cause i really dont gives a fuck
Except when im tryin to put her in the book
Shit i aint sayin nothin
Sombody left there load...

My ignorance cast in the mold of all things absolute
I sustain forever my gaze. A stare fixed on the distant oblivion
Resting in the inverted state of being dead, non-sensory matter
As all the earth, the wind, the fire, the sea behold and learn to pity me
...

Z łóżka jak co rano z trudem zwlekasz się,
I przed lustrem ćwiczysz miny,
Ostry koleś na plakacie śmieje się,
Dziś będą Twoje narodziny.

Kłamca, okłamujesz się,
Prasa, telewizja nie chce Cię,
Bułka, w suchym gardle wrak,
Płatki, prozaiczny symbol dnia.

Chcesz byś twardzielem (superstar)
W piątek i...

Temptation impales the vulnerable
Transforming the breed as it strains to erase
Cleansing the body and perfecting the bliss
Falling further into its hypnosis
Falling further in

Absurd scenery of strenght and endurance
The mundane edeavours for the perfect resistance
Evolution axis bent. Manipulation results
Contrast condemns and the answer insults

Genesis torn
Enigma solved
Utopia found
Euphoria born
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Expanding origin...