from this mirror of how i feel a dream is just a shadow of something that i found real black moon bad sleep - another side of me black moon bad dreams
Traducció: Matar Broma. Negre Lluna.
stress is elevated How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related? Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out killed
of blasphemous Bill MacKie Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
'm at Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin' out a gat? Damn, now I know somethin's really wrong First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long Black moon caught mad brooms
results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight Two youths on the run Learning some truth about life And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon
I'm still dope, I'm still no joke I'm don't care, I'm still wild like Tone Loc I'm swift, AKA, a black stallion Fat herringbone, with no medallion
of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
avoid a fucking crack tooth Rhymes are insulated, that means I'm wack proof You're just the opposite, you're nothing but a small fry Weak MC coming up for a black
fucking numbers Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here We live an eye for an eye You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners And
is eleviated "How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be related?" Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed
s blood rose? Beausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual winters Beausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy kill Beausoleil, did
shaft spires into liquid dogs And cats curl and arch into kittens again From the corner of my eye I see Black Ships have killed the sky And you're not
you say umm, a dy-no-mite!! Chiller, chiller than the Ice on Vanilla I kill more kills than the quils from Tequila I'm down with the green eyed brother
Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack Mo money mo money for black market [Chorus x4] On the black market, yeeeaah [Eklypss] Creepin move with
