Fordítás: Far-Less. Out Of Balance.
The faces will never change We're programmed with lost souls The visions that are erased Will come back to haunt us all Your faces will never change
Five star general spit, hush them niggas I star, why even discuss them niggas? By far, I'm the shit, flush them niggas Fuck them niggas, I'ma crush them
you I myself have been gifted with a musical talent except I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Balance you lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance
(Supreme:) Yo, 'Preme spar with my brothers And as far as I understand we are where we at 'cus we motivated Overrated talent don't focus and balance their
too far But far enough, it might be a minute till the comeup And people keep asking how I lost this weight More work and less food on the plate, Man Just
scratches*} [One.Be.Lo] Yo, I'm flowin now to blow the microphone out I spit the flows out, rinse the Scope mouth, no doubt Tickets sold out, black and
get one someday. Kinda lost the plot for a while, but I was certain as Zeus' lightnin' I could win it like Mercury's helmet and I'll still come out a
grip you slip and catch your balance Thats all thats left of your talents Salute the fallen ones the dead dumb big guns All down memory-less lane
childhood past Screaming of parents from other rooms A constant Sunday afternoon affair Settle for less by losing the day Vendetta for your rage Off balance
mother's milk The come retaliation Feeding you silence Eat all you can It's only sand Nothing could prepare me less For the terror I was up against We were broken, out
, further It started back before your TV was watched From payin dues wit the pen, break out your cardboard box I can out color for the page lyrics like
while the sun comes up, cursing myself because I didn't make a play, shouting my way across town while the moon goes down. I was the clean friend to balance out
(Supreme:) Yo, 'Preme spar with my brothers And as far as I understand we are where we at 'cus we motivated Overrated talent don't focus and balance
