Превод: Блеър вещица 2 - Книгата на сенките саундтрак. Ps [проект 86].
Превод: Ужасната Shadows. Безсмислието (Проект вила Mix).
Превод: Проект 86. A Shadow On Me.
we go, one last time. Tear me apart, leaving me empty inside. A cold long night, a forced goodbye. You stole my hope, and left me to die. Chasing shadows
too Can you see A shadow on me, calling me to you Find in me A trace of you in all this tragedy Can you see The shadow lifting; drifting home again
plans. I'll smash the windows of my box. I'll be a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. Hold back, see what you miss of it. Out of the shadows
angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh This is architect music Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects
of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh This is architect music Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming
frame Open up the good book read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects
'm sprung like bike seats when you spoke you turned my wheels now I can't handle the breaks project images pure no scandalous fakes I could light up the
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
man Or a machine with computerized diagrams? " I tell em, "nope! I am of the flesh, fresh, dope" I'm set apart you're just a shot in the dark And the darkness casts no shadow
should ball if you could I be diggin' in my pockets, it ain't trickin' if you got it And since a nigga from the projects Champagne out of a can would
right there that was easy man Gimme something else Drama I'm on fire Man watch this [DJ Drama] Let's do this for Hollygrove Can't forget Magnolia Projects
me Magic: I treat tha mic like a blunt So watch Mr.Magic get high Spittin lyrical fire Till tha day dat I die Yall could remember me as that shadow
touched me With hands made of heaven Reflections sent spinnin' Through a face laced in mist Now I stand where she left me Buried deep 'neath her shadow
the waves which I emmenate Displace the friend of a better taste I prove the relics of my onslaught Deny the truth and you will get caught Design, project
