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Traducció: Fibló. De l'home mort corda.
space Now I?m suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope Yes I?ve been walking, now I?m hanging from a dead man's rope With hell below me
in space Now I?m suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope Yes I?ve been walking, now I?m hanging from a dead man's rope With hell below
: Where Bigga grew up boys were suppose to be tough. Girls were trophies every man always kept a few of. When he was hurt and the tears would sting
burn with this heat, MCs you freeze to see the reasons Take your circuits and free ya up From the he's and she's and needs Emotion surface to be havin
Bigga grew up, boys were supposed to be tough, Girls were trophies every man always kept a few of, When he was hurt and the tears would sting in his
burn with this heat MCs you freeze to see (the reasons)? Take your circuits and free ya up From the he's and she's and needs Emotion surface to be Having
the bottom to the T-O-P That's right, Flavor Flav, Public Enemy From Bronx to L.A., we don't fail Kickin right here for 7th Veil My man Kool Keith, H-
sting You can be a big wrestler still I pimpin' ya The call me ?The Crippler' leglock will cripple ya Cause I don't care who's the tallest My body slam's
of a tree and its just a matter of time Until a large man will use the tree as a sun shade. And that's when I launch my attack, nigga-I can rap. The assassin
Straight power bomb like Kevin Nash and Sid Vicious Small like Ray Mysterious put y'all in big ditches Boy missing, it's that boy Drag from the kitchen Slap your man
