翻訳: 殉教者の広告. 任意の意味の最後の言葉.
No time for your scenester shit no time for your popularity contest no time to watch you pose no time for your trendy clothes fuck the dance show, just
who to be? Honest anger wasnt cool enough for you now you've got fans and money but still not a clue anger with meaning and feelings that ring true last
Remember when we were kids on the losing team no chance of coming back the game was called on that ten run rule no more games this is life we're still
I wish I could skate and destroy everyting I see underlying beauty masked by concrete nothing left to hold me back wild on the streets and on the attack
Is it hot in here or is it just me it seems we forgot what this was supposed to be I know its hard to give a shit but this worlds got a problem so lets
George w bush is a fucking idiot not my leader never will be destroying the world with corporate greed inbred aristocracy you call this a democracy?
It seems like the only reason to go on is I dont believe in suicide but I cant just last 'til the next show which will snap first will it be my body
Nero played the fiddle while Rome went up in flames I hope I'm around long enough to do the same violence in the headlines, emo in the scene not sure
but all and all I remember driving up to your house and still thinking I'm still thinking why should I waste my time are these your last words any different
And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear A lot of y'all are still soundin' like last year The game
Last year's wishes are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick in
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
want that, tell me, how you want that? Daddy, how you want to give it to me? A bad boy is what I need in my life Less confusion, party with Puff last
your life or you can dance you can die She's praying in the sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies
dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen? Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man Come talk wit reality An' any guy who nah
no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any
