head's a-pounding and my knees are raw so take a-me in where the saints are found, I need a sound on the Underground I said the Underground where the
crazy and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practically technicalities and perfectly sane I'm saying I ain't never seen a saint
a mes parents C'est juste un probleme de planning, ne croyez pas que je me la pete Rassurez-vous je reste underground, parc'qu'underground c'est dans
crew dejante, prends tes jambes a ton coup, Seine-Saint-Isou! REFRAIN Et non ici c'est: Saint-Denis, Saint-Denis, Fon-fonky fresh Saint-Denis, Saint
ethereal, my children are legion, serial They stick to my skin like beloved cysts I tear away with my nails and teeth and fists Touch the hands of inverted saints
cutthtroat and bout our business, some call it New Orleans but I nicknamed it Chopper City, its the home of the Hornets and the home of the Saints
now it's all blue It looks whack, but it's compact And works like brand new I had found an old Greyhound But it wasn't my scene I'm underground at the
did my best to let you know it wasn't what I wanted What the hell You're just a song And first things first Let's get this straight I'm the saint and
le rap depuis 9.5. et tu l'sais. J'pose le S, S comme Sadique, Sciso, S comme Shen, saisisseur de mic au faux MC, S comme Saint Denis, Seine-Saint
n'ai pas suivi la voie que tu voulais Je sais que sur ton chevet chaque jour pour moi tu priais Pour que je reste saint de corps et saint d'esprit Non
How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty and the strong Come bleed
dwell Buried alive within this cell A shadow cast upon my fate Deliver me to the one who waits Guilt, Regret, and Innocence Full of lies, and corruption Suffocate while the worms infest Underground
the saint, your path into the light I am the knife that cuts right through your life I have found the path immortalized I am the saint, the path into
the Saints go marching in I want to be one of them And when the Saints go marching in I want to be one of them I see the long quiet walk along the Underground
bloodstained hand I can sell you grace for your soul or you'll burn in hell far below I'm your priest, I'm your king, I'm a Saint This love your enemies
in the pen Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what I put it down, keep puttin' it down, So I advise hoes to not fuck around This that Underground
want to go down underground come push the sun down until it doesn't rise you know us boys well, we can't stand the light flames upon the edge of a saint