that you're lying You must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You're manipulating backstabbing cold and conniving I went from last to first but this is First To Last
're lying You must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving I went from last to first but this is first to last
Vertimas: Nuo pirmo iki paskutinio. [Hidden track] (feat. Svečių Repas Vokalas Nuo Major League Player).
Vertimas: Nuo pirmo iki paskutinio. Paslėpti Sekti.
re lying You must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving I went from last to first but this is first to last
high, yearly raw supply These fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside Any bottle tip high smokin' lah in the rye It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden
I'd tread to dedicate to my craft I've tailored every thread that bare the shape of my heart Treating every breathe as my first and day as my last It
feet on golden streets through the eon's With every mic that I breathe on Shine brighter then five million light bulbs in neon I'm the rhyme writer God provided to be on The track
no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop Remember, the first brother to run is the first
I. First Of The Last Long before the living past Had ripped it all apart Something still remained Until It flashed back to the start Where it stands
in his book But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle jangle But I be comin' from
way the wind blow that's where you flow That's why you be the first one caught, last to know Body laying out on the floor, substitute Heavy players from
loved our work. He said he loved our work, but he wasn't sure if he could sell a record with nothin' on it. I said tell 'em we're from Seattle. He advanced
lines and find the hidden meanings Ten more screenings Of our last fight Sitting alone and knowing that I need you As I remember Our first night I wish that I could back track
tread to dedicate to my craft, Ive tailored every thread that bare the shape of my heart, Treating every breathe as my first and day as my last, Its
they get the chance like Len Blias Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade More content then when rent is paid And renitent like raider spraid Oow yo first
my feet on golden streets through the eons With ever mic that I breathe on Shine brighter then five million light bulbs in neon I?m the rhyme writer God provided to be on The track
