paroles de chanson It Will Be Televised - Lynx 196.9

Don't, I have work to do elsewhere, oh no you won't

Slit the belly of the city, watch it leak out
Reenforce self pity over weed clouds
Voice of the voiceless speak now
Time and age, get cancel if you speak loud
Ring the alarm and televise the madness
Tell them we Gods, from another planet
Time we absorb and reek havoc
Highly adored, the king's fabric that's lit
From areas remote control controllers
Scary up close, get fold up to cold cuts
Mary rolled up, in Jane we blow trust
Wide eye tilt, crew no chorus
If you smell what we plot got cooking
I take your work, now that's good looking
For my jux nigga Robin, you shouldn't
Cross lines, your meal gon get took end
The goal, locust, focus til we sworn in
Slogan, the force of four horsemen
Decorated your blood, drunk and more gin
Tell you before, now heed the warning
Suicidal doors, orange foreign
No keys, push start, get it soaring
Stats high, we scoring for sure wins
196.9

Suicide is painless, bring on, many changes, yeah, ah

Through early morning fog I see (I see)
Visions of the things to be (To be)
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see
What you see?
That suicide is painless (Painless)
It brings on many changes (Changes)
And I can take or leave it
If I, if I, if I please

They try to find a way to make,
Our little joys relate
Without that ever present hate
Well, now I know it's too late
And the game of life, hard to play
I'm gonna lose anyway, losing card, someday I got to lay
So, all I have to say, only way to win is cheat
Lay it down, before I'm beat
To give another my seat the sword of time will pierce our skins
Doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger, watch It grin
But a brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be?

Well, Mr Wallace, that's a pretty cake than I've ever baked with white shortening