Geh' ick mit meinen Kumpels in'n Club. Richtig geil. Ha'ick keene Kumpels, keinen Club. Auch richtig geil. Bin ich morgens jut drauf is det richtig geil
: Geh' ick mit meinen Kumpels in'n Club. Richtig geil. Ha'ick keene Kumpels, keinen Club. Auch richtig geil. Bin ich morgens jut drauf is det richtig
You tell me what you think I'm feelin' You know why I do what I do Why should you listen to a word I'm sayin' When it's already so clear to you You tell
The guy that I love is named Lou. I love him, I love him, I do. Not only is Lou on my mind, He's in it, around it, beside it, Below it, above it, in front
He left the splendor of Heaven Knowing His destiny Was the lonely hill of Golgotha There to lay down His life for me And if that isn't love Then the
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assainations; they ignore the issue
(old man talkin) Why havent you learned anythin? Its all there! Its all there in toinbe in those books on the shelf supression breeds violence your gonna
[Chorus] It's the N-O-N, P, H, I, X, I-O-N [x4] [Ill Bill] What does that spell? It spell Non Phixion my friend The Future Is Now, nuclear shower y'all
was deceased Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east Hook (2x) [Verse 4] This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it or you will end-er
[Ill Bill] Non-Phixion be the real hip hop We make you wanna kill cops Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats You feel helpless, real jealous
[Ill Bill] How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs? Prostitutes & Guns I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk By my side when I ride
Baby I'm sorry I done you like that I called you a name and I gave you a wack I spit in your eye and gave your wrist a twist And if that ain't love what
And you're made now And you're getting scared now What do now Never get to sleep now Now you're looking sorry You got to worry No, you shouldn't do that
My temperature's rising, my fingers are tingling I'm starting to shake, I look in the mirror And everything's funny, I think you're a fake Why did I
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas, they were questioning who the real threat is. Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague. no
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman From that moment, you'll be out of place and under dressed I'm wrecking this evening
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue
Refrain : non dis non mais non mais dis-donc, dis-moi le donc ce non-dit la, ce non-dit ci dis le moi donc, non dis non mais non mais dis-donc n?attendons
