Fordítás: Filmzene (a szám) filmzene. Így a Real [static-x].
(feat. Disturbed & Slipknot) In this bitter twist of fate You know that help will come too late How many more are there? How many more can there be?
It's killing me Let's see You've got the gall Come take it all The jury is coming Coming to tear me apart All this bitching and moaning Come on, it's on [chorus x
hop,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin' waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda
the party bag shop To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit Yeah, we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side Get
this hand that Cain iced his brother." "Love!These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man." C'mon! [Chorus: Aceyalone - repeat 2X
" They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it Down to start a riot in a minute You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick While other MC's
was lyin' his ass off Meanwhile, back in Vallejo Brothers gettin' knocked for possession of sale The other races get away clean, brother But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other
other niggaz really can't, they don't really understand how I come back and I manage to do this amount of damage When they run into the static so you
stop this fighting each other God knowledge ya wis that ya know who the enemy is furthermore Don't hide it divide it then X ya squares To keep them other
up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other gods guard me Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I chew it Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke
[Timbaland] Yau [echo 2x Yau] They still won't give me my props Now I'm pissed off Y'all will see the other side of me Come on Like this I'm thinking
with pay back Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at I'm in long beach, where the gangbangers hang at Don't want more static, or panic, we'
Hold it to my grave I'd rather die than be a slave Slaves come as dope dealers Some come as addicts Some come to run while the others cause static [
thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it Searchin for some static, it
for the fame And i aint leavin till i get all that i can and then some [Monoxide Child] I see it tatted on ur back and ur arms And im a static you a
find behind the mind So devine the other rappers resign As I go on, from night to morn Beginning to end, from knowledge, to born Whenever rappers are lookin for static
