My life is violent But violent is life Peace is a dream Reality is a knife My colors my honour My colors my all With my colors upon me One soldier stands
life is violent, but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My colors my honour my colors my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands
번역: 헤드 머신. 색상 (기계 헤드로 아이스 - T 커버).
번역: 헤드 머신. 색상 - 아이스 - T.
wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns, clean fun, shootin' dudes With fatigues on anywhere is better than this It's America's plan, every color
-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cuz big dope had his balls Got small methamphetimes with colors
] Come take a ride with me baby Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt
Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout
I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em I am potent, untraceable No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts No heart, no head, just a carcass
like wine And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine I drunk a Forty, I'm up in here feelin' naughty I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it
is wack, skinny hips Bald head weave with the ashy lips Wig in the back seat With pay-less shoes on her feet Dirty jeans With mildew spots in the washing machine
sit through the madness And always acts so quaint, I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" With your new friend You're really making a scene And I see you bouncing around From machine to machine
the color of their skin, oh yeah well that's wrong we know it all too well but i guess it doesn't matter to some get it through your head its a black
are all of my songs and the sun as it shines so = much beauty and style what a beautiful smile like the perfect picasso = both color and grace I call my machine
songs and the sun as it shines / So much beauty and style / What a beautiful smile / Like the perfect Picasso / Both color and grace / I call my machine
you know what it is I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
DF Express, Trans DF Express Grab your ticket, come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express Hey, I am the one and only son of a machine gun Untrapable
, our colors alive but our vision was faded. A struggle of friends, made till the end a place we made it There's something missing here. With my head
