Out of order Keeping quarters Out of order Keeping quarters Yes, indeed, it's time to rearrange What not is normal in my life used to be so strange I
Traducció: Ficció Família. Fora d'Ordre.
Now everything I'm rhymin' on cause a Ramadan Been a don, prayin' for the families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out
family, church, school and state. From then on we're easy game for the powermongers. Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise Or, when our true nature
in vain Cause it's time for The Beggaz to reign, remain [Verse 2:] A vision my facility a death world trilogy (you see that shit) Now fictional plots speak out
West] Now everything I'm rhymin on cause a Ramadon Been a don prayin for families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out
say Now everything I?m rhymin? on cause a Ramadan Been a don, prayin? for the families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out
into submission By family, church, school and state. From then on we're easy game for the powermongers. Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise
family be toking major trees My performance forever powerful These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra's And wilding out on bank accountants It's chronic slaughter, ionic orders
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