Notes from the underground We?re the mice who must write our lives down In the night I hear you calling out to say ?It?s alright love, you?re in good
Pretoria There's the faintest sound rising from the underground Behind the prison walls poets fantasize Voices lost are found captive in the underground
of Pretoria There's the faintest sound rising from the underground Behind the prison walls poets fantasize Voices lost are found captive in the underground
Notes from the underground Where the mice must write our lives down. In the night, I hear you calling out to say It's all right, love, you're in good
번역: 맨하탄 전송. 지하 노트.
번역: 맨하탄 전송. 지하 노트 (너무 늦기 전에).
: Notes from the underground Where the mice must write our lives down. In the night, I hear you calling out to say It's all right, love, you're in good
they adore me, you know Mommy chula, don't front no poppy chulo I'm like Harold Melvin without the blue notes I'm never going platinum Besides, the credit cards an underground
the Boulevard I'm still at large engaged with my entourage Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge I stepped out the note to post up my guard Searching for my car that was stolen from
the coldest underground need a casket coat I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom note goodbye
And I would do it all over again So, I mean it's cool if you keep quiet But I like singing, yeah So I'll be holding my note and stomping And strumming
MURS] See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town So I had the music up and was runnin' around Singing to the beat of my favorite underground
I'm Underground like the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly My narrative thug day, can only compare me to drugs I take a nigga way from him like Jared
macho man Randy Savage of rap, violent vanity one step ahead, 'cause im aware of my insanity (chours) underground forever, sinful bliss form your love made from
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan, I'm off into sand Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain