They all are great guys They playing with me, they singing 'bout me And nothing ever'll tear us apart And if somebody'd ask me "What is the best?" I would answer: "INFECTED
번역: 감염. 감염 세대.
mouths we are trying to survive. [Chorus x3] There is a virus spreading in my veins, it's to late to cure me. I'm mutating anyway, contaminated, nuclear ray infected
Verse 1: Brother Marquis The Surgeon General says wear a condom But you can catch AIDS nowadays from slobbin', Gynecology, and urology Take
edge One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical, mic cords, hangin' like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
you wit them hits with some motherfucking robber beans running them away like tyrus straight gang nigga like cyrus no shiners in my eyerus got me a generation
I make a call, so far to fall Restless craving, inundating The summer snow, but it's not cold Once it's tested, thus infected Oh, I've lost myself again
fed little beauty queen she's straight out of a magazine she sits beside me breathing different air than me The perfect generation sees that I'm infected
The Bloods and the Crips and the KKK But, if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates
you've been deceived It's an age of alienation Of the downbeat generation So much for liberation It looks like rain to me In a drug infected haze You
blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection
Well I've been convicted with and without reason Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been the target
sightless ask in quest of fate not told better unknown a trigger inside ? real b? tactful insense right choice s?k ? m?s [slip?] begins generates
pipes Are you Generated by waste Arid quarry displaced Environmental squeeze Aluminum disease You Conscious of origin Intent is in the wind Atmosphere infected
the pale and lifeless day By the multicolored, multiform A spinning anti dream unthought Exceeding the obsolete reality Overheated inner shape generator
about the air that we breathe? Drama is the nuclear threat that we live with One bomb and everybody's dead that's some sick shit Drama is HIV statistics The infected
spread new wings Butterfly, open your mind, open your eyes Prepare your senses as the sound excels The next generation of angst unveiled And spreads like cancer through these jaded cells Infect
