Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the

How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man Hey don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky buddah Eluder of the fucked up style's

Old man, dead hand If only in their insanity The lie feeds off their greed I am the man that defends all things profane 6000 years is the time that I shall reign And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine Impurity made the blood turn into wine I am

I need love You need love Give me love And I'll give you my love My flight has finally landed down And the ground has stopped moving all around Eyes open, awake for the very first time We both forfeit this game of crime They say thirty is the new twenty

Shall I tell you about my life They say I'm a man of the world I've flown across every tide And I've seen lots of pretty girls I guess I've got everything I need I would't ask for more And there's no one I'd rather be But I just wish that I'd never been

Wir gehen jetzt im Kreise Man hört uns kaum, ganz leise So gehen wir, so gehen wir, jetzt im Kreise Wir machen kleine Schritte Und trippeln in die Mitte So machen wir, so machen wir kleine Schritte Nun wollen wir rückwärts gehen Ganz hoch auf unsern

"Give us the flesh"! "Give us the will" I command! Dumuzi Lord Godhead immaculate! Thou art the sun Toward the light feel no shame Forever Thou shalt remain

How big, how blue, how (beautiful) And meanwhile a man was falling from space So much time on the other side And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline How big, how blue, how beautiful And every day I

A street fighting man For a street fighting man 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and

Eu volto até com sinal de fumaça Eu vou amando e levando porrada É muito amor, mas é pouca vergonha na cara Queria ter poder de decisão De vez em quando dizer não Mas essa vontade de você 'Tá no controle da situação Eu 'to blefando sem saber jogar