Превод: Марк и Сам. С малко помощ от моите приятели..
alright, it's alright, gonna look like I'm flyin' Oh my heart, it is an open sword It never seemed to dry And a thousand words just got me bloody fingers And
they were still probably at dinner And anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody But the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking And
hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the
Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young It?s like cool was the bop and the flair I kicks to my pools by the nap of their hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam
fight peach Take the P off the peach because now you want each and every rhyme to teach and reach You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak
It's bad lands, North Philly get it in It's Crakk man, used to back spin Now I spend stacks and stacks And Uncle Sam tryin' to tax all my hard earned
ARTCC Air Route Traffic Control Center I freeze MC's at maximum degrees [Unverified] from the street When I ripped apartments and the Corman suites Two and
into stars and player haters into marks nigger Don't you know its my debut and I can break you The same track you used to conversate to can turn around and
world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide for this one, three of the best that uncle sam could slam down and some fearless
and drink liquor And help the damn revolution come quicker Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor And maybe make a revolution, that's right Laugh, love, fuck and
I'm not marked for death, so stop the blood clot cryin' This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it I take it slow 'cause I'll
wham bam I came across like a battering ram I try to float like a telegram sam I'm trying to divine you My book is called "The Ascent Of Man" I marked
fighting Internal Revenue I'ma get mine, you can call me Uncle Sam Used ya for your services and I don't give a damn Slap Bush with ma stash, all these taxes and
Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark Go Beatnuts Go Biz Mark
, Sam and Bo of course From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across Just to witness Sam's crop business Boomin' like the big guy's, but get this Sam sold to uncles and
ho ho ho ho And what do you want for Christmas little Sam? I want the Billy Gilman action figure What about you Suzie? I want the Grand Old Opry nativity scene And
now Right now I'm taking a stab at the sick, sick, sick I know what evil is and evil could suck my dick Like Sam Hain and God ain't no joke Ya better
