matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world I'
Oversettelse: America. Fallin 'Off The World.
doesn't matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world
try to lie and lie And say America's some motherfucking apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker on
the government (Who's runnin' this?) Son dread from playa's callin' shots (Callin' all blocks) Come, clap your hands off the timing (Run these streets) Money fallin
Armageddon Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson You taught me to pull out my Wesson You brought and am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me
the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off
World of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses I'm the Immaculate Conception of rappers slash hustlers my God, it's so hard to conceive but it all falls
but otherwise we peaceful Wake up America, we ain't what we was You're all superior, we think that we love, but we not we hated, we got created, off
me, But why try to decieve me. Your world is mine. I know she can't be trusted like a thief when the night falls, So britney being a vigrin and the
confused, gun users Instead of peace talk, fuck this world I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon Fuck this world
waste of time Slang yay, die young, maybe get rich rhymin And prison if you black is just a part of life And that all of America support the Pres' Religion
' up that cash for tuition Even if she had to 'shake that ass' Fucked up her money, ain't accumulate that fast Lorraine know it's real and sex control, America
rock on top tonight We're gonna rock on top tonight We're gonna rock on top tonighton top of the world We're gonna rock on top tonighton top of the world
it) [Tech N9ne] Up in denver Calirado is like she gotta mashine inside of her jeans lookin badada bing yadamean good girl in the day but come night fall
to begin lacing hymns Through the basement, won't be no escapin' From the South to the North Where you run ten paces and your face is fallin' off It
