this way In sick games we reign insane There's only one way to explain And now you lay to die with broke frames Enemies of the state take center stage
this way In sick games we reign insane There's only one way to explain And now you lay to die with broke frames Enemies of the state take center
Fordítás: Psycho Realm. Enemy of the State.
sickness this way In sick games we reign insane There's only one way to explain And now you lay to die with broke frames Enemies of the state take
, dumb ? either how, either way here?s the outcome, I?m showin up a hundred deep like Malcolm, Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state ? Verse 48, I?m goin psycho
swollen shit [Mad Child] Keep a deeper state of a mind less tortured Poison apple move through orchard I approach you, walk in circles Spirit of the hunter I could hunt you Locked in emotional realm
, I like your last record a lot Your lyrics are graphic, much like your brother Necro, is he psycho? I don?t know, it really depends though He?s Psychological, half psycho
ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined intellectuals seduced including nations founded under loose lock evaluate friends, foreigners, enemies concentrate
mind is cloudly subliminal Commands will penetrate then I get rowdy conditions Drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies I slump down and stay ahead of me Powerful like metamphetamines my state
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your
black men from a tree We fought to be free real hard and the black man's freedom must not be scarred! Callin me an African Sambo but after this, "American Psycho
, dumb ? either how, either way here's the outcome, I'm showin up a hundred deep like Malcolm, Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state ? Verse 48, I'm goin psycho
Child:] Keep A Deeper State Of A Mindless Torture Poison Apple, Move Through Orchard, I Approach You, Walk In Circles, Spirit Of The Hunter, I Could Hurt You. Caught In An Emotional Realm
like berries, have your name in the obituary [Psycho Les] We got no feelings for ya We're breakin hearts, choppin breaks apart Technically we grab you with the state
