Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list Al live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away Get in front of it
Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? Anger is a gift
Come on! Uggh! Check that! Uggh! Come on Yeah Uggh!
Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal Three million gone Come on Cause they're counting backwards to zero
Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness For example What does the billboard say Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Anger is a gift
Σαν ήρθε το πλήρωμα του Χρόνου
και αγκαλιάστηκαν τα δυο 7αρια,
επέλεξα να αποχωριστώ τον Ωκεανό του Αοράτου
και σαν μια ταπεινή σταγόνα που επιζητεί να βιώσει τον εαυτό της ενσαρκώθηκα φέροντας πάνω μου για σφραγίδα τον Νόμο του 9.
Έκτοτε, προσπαθώ να αποβάλλω το κουκούλι και την ασχήμια της κάμπιας.
Μια προσπάθεια μεταμόρφωσης τόσο επίπονη και οδυνηρή,
που πολλές φορές με ανάγκασε να σταματήσω.
Να ξαποστάσω.
Ήθελα όμως τόσο πολύ να ξαναγεννηθώ σε κάτι όμορφο και συνάμα άσπιλο
που θα έκανε την επαίσχυντη καταγωγή μου να μοιάζει με κακό όνειρο.
Διάλεξα όνομα , φύλο και πατρίδα
μα τίποτα από αυτά δεν με έκαναν να λησμονήσω
το Θείο Έργο και την ιερή υποχρέωση που έπρεπε να επιτελέσω.
Above All…
The Law of 4L
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Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?
Anger is a gift
Come on!
Uggh!
Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh!
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause they're counting backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift
Freedom, Freedom, yeah right
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