16 lyrics for "Ultimate, Ultimate"
Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has
PlaySymbolical and mystical Between life and death we're torn A constant struggle Like an apocrypha Nobody can be certain A thousand days, spent in hell The ultimate sacrifice Your voyage starts With a question mark
PlayI feel the pain, kill the brain 'Cause, bitch, I walk with vengeance Ultimate, Ultimate Who the fuck you think you tryna creep on? Who them niggas in that black Nissan? I'm that nigga Freddy wouldn't sleep on Catch a nigga in the bushes doing recon Cops
PlayThe sinner is you I see and hear more than I wish The seal has broken up again One life on earth fades away again There's been a kill in the spirit world The ultimate sinner just don't know Is there forgiveness Do we all deserve our blessing What's life
PlayI am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds
PlayLet it go, dream a bit To wear a garment so delish I’d be out of my mind The slightest designs, the ultimate chemist Even you ingénue A gift he can’t buy from you But if I had to pay I’d sure find a way to break the bank I’d break the bank that day
PlayFar, far from the fame, far away from the fame But we still remember your name, Karel Janoušek! We mourn the day that you died So be our guide, Czechoslovakia's pride Home, siblings sent to their death His wife paid the ultimate price Still, as the war
PlayYou and me will all go down in history, With a sad Statue of Liberty, And a Generation that didn't agree. Eloquence belongs, To the conqueror. Romances evolving in the absolute. The ultimate sacrifice. Justified Candy! Brandy for the nerves,
PlayI am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds
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