Chillin' at the studio Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead
Bloody naked bodies in the streets stuck with knives Beaten battered wives strangled, popped out they eyes Terror levels on the rise, drugs friends are
(The ENGINEER, in a peasant clothes, is brought back to the city from a re-education camp by THUY's soldiers. THUY instructs him to find KIM in exchange
[ice cube] Put the whoop on 'em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. poppa don) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the big fish) Put the
Here lizard, lizard... Master p: Uuggghhhh!!! Me and that nigga mr. magic together We motherfucking bigger than life Real niggas and bitches feel this
Haa Hey there lookin' at me Tell me what do you see? But you quickly turn your head away Try to find the words I could use Don't have the courage to
Starlit night The moon is shining bright You're the one that I need Up at your window I see a shadow Silhouette of your grace Here's this flower I picked
I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own here
5 o'clock in the morning And there is no one on the street but me Well, it's 5 o'clock in the morning And there is no one on the street but me And I
(konishi) Translators: kirk cumming, miyuki igarashi Terebi no eisei-chuukei de Dokoka no machi no Onna no ko hohoemu --totemo ureshii! Shinya no eisei
It is three hours past midnight And my baby's nowhere around Yes three hours past midnight And my baby's nowhere around Well, I listen so hard to hear
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress A marathon grind like I'm running from rest It's (5 o'clock
Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin'. Like the stillness in the wind 'Fore the hurricane begins
Father does all the work and he's scared to death father runs to the table, said "what's going on" mother cries desperatly, our baby's gone! Do you know
There's only six hours Left in the day Time is so precious And it's slippin' away Got no destination Got no place to go And being with you Is all that
An hour of anger, an hour of love This hour of confusion as I look above Death, life as I've never seen before One more trip like, that I'm in the mental
Walking against the wind, pushing the endless road, where will we lay our heads? Soothing to kiss her lips. It's where we long to be, Chaos and comfort