Inch by inch we're loosing only more and more Will we judge ourselves before we've lost it all? Underrated statement in time passed by We wouldn't recognize
翻訳: 拒否. 底.
Inch by inch we're loosing only more and more will we judge ourselves before we've lost it all underrated statement in time passed by we wouldn't recognize
ain?t shinin? like this Nothin' like ya man he ain?t grindin? like this And even if he was, he ain?t fuckin? with cuz I got so far from the bottom couldn
Verse 1 [Maino]: Listen Really what do you see When you looking at me? See me come up from nothing, To me living my dreams I done been to the bottom,
Yeah, yeah Time don't wait for no one So my heart and my time I refuse to waste You thought you knew the score but There's just so much more when you
a fan of 'em all But the fact still remains - that I won't 'Cause we tryna create our own lane I swear to God that I will never change I refuse to
easy task, to the corner 'cause the curb didn't want your ass Your name is 'Yuck Mouth', you don't brush Gotta cover your mouth like this They call you 'Yuck Mouth' You refuse
among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse
) Let me in the door If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for Cause I'm the one that do that music Ya feel but you still refuse this
my eye, refusing to die Visions of Hell tormented my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran
easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush Gotta cover your mouth like this they call you yuck mouth You refuse
it don't matter when you come Really don't matter where you're from Won't matter where you run Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up Bottom line
I am living in the wasteland of the free We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin but
long Road to bear Get alone, lonesome bulldog Get alone, over there, Get alone, lonesome bulldog In spring. Well, Mahatma Ghandi was a little spindly bottom
to show easy motion That's why you go down to the bottom, say you can't reach the top Get stuck on the bottom, say you can't reach the top A two days
person, I'm certain it's curtains It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music You like it 'cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC'
And the damned logs refuse to burn The braindead have been sitting on their sunbeds Where's heaven for it's own sake Lying dead or half-forgotten At the bottom
