번역: 사실. 태풍의 눈.
) Everybody, everybody (I guess I had to) Come take my hand, come take my hand (Go to that place to get to this one) We'll walk this world together through the storm
evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M. Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform,
stead put in the, shoot it! if it aint black owned then we loot it, Burn this bitch down, lets do it! We aint marchin we aint talkin, we keepin our eye
pain was just in the frame, the irony of that 'Cause that was the slogan showing when they tried to see my tats Never knew what was in the skin would finally be a fact
like he don't recognize me but shit There's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling I can't trust him I got to keep my eye on that window Thinking
the naked eye Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence And that's the only fact In fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll telegram
In fact he lets me call him me In fact he lets me call him me Never question who I am, God knows And I know God personally In fact she lets me call her
ass) You be the next rapper (callin' Onas) Wanna measure my size? I rise above the norm The urban icon ridin' on the eye of the storm, fool [Chorus
you think my niggas taught me to ball? 'Cause I be walking around in designer suits? In fact these niggas know that I'm the truth Always scandalous, eye
Faith in traffic Faith in healthy horses Faith in the salts of flesh, Faith in F sharp That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye, As if upwards
blocks Thieves straight as they never been crooked rent-a-cops Shooting craps in the back of vacant city lots Free-range circus acts and worthless facts
reach the sky when you're low Sunlight is hard to find in a storm How can I give love if my souls been torn A broken vessel, you call it a master piece No eye
s face the verbal crucifixion "I am in fact lacking confusion as to what's real, and what's illusion" "I am in fact lacking confusion as to what's real
Verily, verily I am the pebble in your very own eye I am the sword and your enemy dies I am the storm and the hurricane wind I am the thorn of an unkind
out the fetus prior to selling it. There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers
Me with your threats and, idle atrocities I am the best and yo I am your boss at these Methods and forms of, causin swarms of fans Just to dance, like thunder storms
-check the bangin', the bangin', the bangin' The bangin' s-s-sounds Yo, Jurasic insides, I rise above the norm' Urban icon, ridin' on the eye of the storm
