Текстове на песни:
Sting Hole In My Life

close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my

crash your coast, waves by shore Young hitman, body ? until we master samurai style Chop your neck, some niggas funny style Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle I left my

substance, life on the smelter's slag. I'm the scapegrace who scissors through by busline. See no sympathy for obstacle, the stepped on and deprived. Plug my ears, cover my

life's test and life's ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life's ledge We read it

call me Gab and I rap And I do my thing and swing it bring it In my hab-i-tat Where my vocals stinging even linger In the back of your neck Where you

close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my

there's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes: I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted

closed my eyes I didn't break I felt it return and take me back to fate My body felt cold as my soul left this hole So I know, I been down the same fuckin

husbands in three- piece-suits. It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes. I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul. In the viennna streets got my feet