OF FORTUNE IF YOU DARE YOU CAN MAKE ANY MOVE YOU WANNA MAKE TAKE EVERYTHING THAT YOU CAN IF YOU DARE JUST THINK THE WORLD IS IN YOUR HANDS (4-mal) STRESS
Fordítás: Culture Beat. World In Your Hands.
Fordítás: Culture Beat. World In Your Hands (MKM a dán Flex Mix).
world I'd love all the girls, I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world I ruled the world, if I ruled the world I'd love
and get my name correct 'Fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neck Once again, get my name correct 'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your
he jammed Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
you take a phat beat and put your wack rhymes to it And God only knows What could make you peruse it For those that can't dance Just clap your hands
more like a re-up I hold a whole like a tea cup World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up My other hand throwin' we without the E up
the so-called promised land Sun of man, knowledge, wisdom and understand That it's time to take matters in our own hands [chorus] [inspectah deck] The wicked ways of the world
world speeding so selfishly . It's a nice day to be alive . *SAM* Chorus Bounce your head and get down with us (Understand it) Throw your hands if your hands
cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your
you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush. Phyllis: What's your
All right your scrathin' it right now Cuttin' the record back and forth against the needle Back and forth, back and forth, makin' it scratch But let me
of food My culture's screwed 'cause this word is misconstrued Small countries exempt from food 'cause leaders have different views You choose What mean the world
throwin your hand in Twenty-two years and I'm still standin Put your deal on it if you're still gamblin I'm holdin more wis than the cultural gremlin
to scream at your front do', blow it off the hinges I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walkin Cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus
with moral rules. Break the chain that bind you, spill the blood of truth. Rusty scalped amputation, no anesthetic at hand. Warped guise of modern culture
