Print

[Chorus] (comin' through today) Welcome to terrordome... I'm your host the friendly neighborhood baritone Vocals channel the spirits of old poets I don't drink my glass never behold Moet Similar to barroom[? ] is Dunbar From the crew you know was just all chorus and one star... now I'm one-sixth of a clique that bumps shit While commercial counterparts speak of constant conflict I'm... (comin' through today) Alot of details Oh my body be scales[? ] I'm from Ida B. Wells People see I'll and good times just like eleven With a really deep militant mind like Michael Evans Every posse recline watch me get applause Forming reservoirs on your desert shores Your witnessing mental and verbal fitness friend Tuna fish that descended from Lake Michigan [Chorus] All day when I say I'm much more than just some backpack crap Letras de cancionesIntelligent rap act or militant black cat... I'm Killin' venemous platinum plaque rats I'm forever spittin' relevent facts and that's that And how you play the game Is how the game plays you, way true Haters is wild style like phase two[? ] Touring without rest and blessed My skull's laced with time Taking your place then pass metal detections... yes Instant vintage, deep in the trenches Every sentence can leave speakers defenseless Peeking through fences and speaking bleaker like Memphis Peaking your interest with heat-seeking intentions [Chorus] (comin' through today) I'm from the city where they Buried Al Capone and house music was born Robert Kelly performed and heavy styles was shown I made hidra[? ] and settled miles from home Coast to coast LA from Chicago Whether your gospel spittin' is really gospel A guetto diplomate[? ] Apocalyptic rap, I'm getting to come to grips with that fat Your learnin' why the turntable turnin' People should know me more than for Just the verbal Herman... Munster, what? (Merci à Afrotao pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania