the end of the world The war of the worlds, the war is over, call me crazy We could love each other again The war of the worlds, the war is over, maybe
翻訳: センスフィールド. 宇宙戦争.
'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. We marchin', ready for war, fuck
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
, Just have my funds Flippin', scrippin tripp and i'm gonna get my gun They run our soul and control our minds So i can't fold in this world of crime
think About your consequence, your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense
worlds The flame of war desire burns inside my soul. Spellbound by this blind passion In battle lust my mind is drowned Red is the path:to the war field
is rotting all over the fields Dread is spreading unbound Nobody cared what the wise man said This world's going down to the ground What is the sense
of these unyielding visions A picture of war and ferocious divisions An army of saviors marching as one Aware that the end had already begun They arrived in a field
war and ferocious divisions An army of saviors marching as one Aware that the end had already begun They arrived in a field, which was wide and expansive
to the road to be real, give 'em a Deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they
your consequence your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense
souls show 'em the way to the road to be real Give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field We marchin' ready for war
fame and wealth This for mothers in the war, who have lost their sons Coming home in a box, bullet wounds from guns This for fathers in the world, shedding
mend Field niggas in the front be the first to bust GuerrillaFunk.com who you gon' trust? With all this talk about the war they forgettin' us Broke
(feat. Life, Roots Manuva , Si-Phillie , Skeleton) [Roots manuva] Pen to tha paper I scream at the world Picky headed youth dont wear no jerry curl
