I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you Wanna look outside ya, this is the image
Oversettelse: Warrior Soul. The Image.
that pharaoh knows will leave you comatose Like Nesa, the pyramid rhyme pleaser I verbalize with the wild type demeanor And speak wit Archaic souls
for assistance To return to my epic form From my physical; And see my soul arise into a sham Hitting the arcs of Cumulus clouds of Annun I left my image
first sh*t Images like CNN but worse sh*t I would down the whole Pinot Gris But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats And it hurts my soul I
: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who
you see. [XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior
what you see. XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow- crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior
and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul
soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But
there's someone better than Moe Like Luther Vandross, they'll say, ?Don't you know?? Really, really, really don't you know? 'Cause I'm a real rap warrior
souls for the legions of death A dark heaven built their way As the crow from hell Thousands of pure evil ghosts Take the innocent souls A dark image
chase Verse 1 [fatal] Never wastin' em Had a slug bug chasin' em Spin em before they spun The m-1, close-casin' em Defacin em like county property He'd die for me Spittin' on your whole image
WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!! I procured a small piece of the treasure Collections from a former era datin' back to forever The warrior became
To return to my epic form From my physical; And see my soul arise into a sham Hitting the arcs of Cumulus clouds of Annun I left my image of a crop circle
