this the world (If this is the world) (Isn't this the world?) Then why do I feel alone? (Why do I feel alone?) Isn't this the world (Isn't this the
Isn't this the world The place (that) we call home Isn't this the world Then why do I feel alone Isn't this the world The place we call home Isn't this
Превод: Джо. Не е ли това Световната.
: Isn't this the world The place (that) we call home Isn't this the world Then why do I feel alone Isn't this the world The place we call home Isn't
homeboys around the way So def it won't get an F Jay receives an A for his essay Spins til you're dizzy Born to get busy Is he the Jam Master? Isn't
wanna know like Joe how everything go I play that R. Kelly keep it on the down low Never mind all that talk you had wit your friends This isn't the end
this joint, no exception, so just point a direction And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine This isn't just an infection This won't go away
this I gotta believe in somethin more than that Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black [Chorus] [DMC] Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master Jay And Joe
on MTV You could learn from me then it's back to the streets Can't be serious Haha that isn't funny Album still sold can't be curious Animals that's
conversation 'Cause I don't have the patience When oh when is the bus gonna reach its destination Question over space and time Wastin' time Word up, I can't take this
to tell you, Pard Why, I ain't even been outside the gate in my backyard I ain't been anywhere, Joe I ain't been anywhere, Joe I didn't want to go,
studio with MAX and JOE. She hesitates for a moment, gripping JOE's hand fiercely.) NORMA Won't you come along, darling? (JOE shakes his head.) JOE
that World Cup back from over there Ole ola, Ole ola We're gonna bring that World Cup back from over there Oh, Brazil, this time I don't think so Holland
the homeboys around the way So def it won't get an F Jay receives an A for his essay Spins til you're dizzy Born to get busy Is he the Jam Master? Isn't
, to rule this thing Treats are the beats that battles bring I can't be beat, I won't retreat Victory is sweet, so I defeat Like a slave I gave, the world
this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig's oink- When I rip his intestines This isn't just an infection; this won't go
