Teksty:
Verse Punk Start A Fire

And you're being kept down START A FIRE We've gotta cut our ties To a life lived in denial I wish I could strike a match And set fire to this fucked

a toy soldier, a real gangsta Playa, holdin' me down like an anchor I need a papi, somebody I call daddy Hustla, any hood, he's a boss-a Trapper, under

off blows, my nation affiliation pitch forks ive choose what the fuck you gon do we bang back hammers im a six point star in a

my style) It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile) If you want your verses to cost higher

TO SONG - not in a Demo version - just in the Full version] You could ask yourself a question Do I feel lucky... well do ya....Punk? (cock of a gun

out there" [chorus] When you look up in the sky, ohh me oh my It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a God damn shame Tela come wicked and you best beware

offended? What you gon' do? Dis me? Go 'head, rhyme, kick a verse, I dare ya Oh, I know it scares ya A bangin' beat, a empty room, a full pen and a

was drunk See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk and it

jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back I won't let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism For a