ترجمة: الرجل الفيل. Walkin 'الشمس المشرقة على (Calibe فيد).
Man] Yep! Good to gizzle, keeping it jiggy There's nothing in the world better than love It's like a blessing from above, sing [Verse 1: Calibe (Elephant
[Ice Cube:] Felt on the big fat fanny, pulled out the jammy and killed the puna... [x2] [Calibe:] Today was a good day My baby took me on a morning
the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 1: Brotha
" but just remember the first step in forgetting is destroying all the evidence. with friends like you who needs subtext. THIS IS A 44. CALIBER LOVE LETTER
've got to many big plans you've mapped out every single second of what you'll do when your done you keep your caliber loaded no-one's gonna fuck this
[chorus:] the shot - i need the antidote - shot - gimme the antidote the shot - i want the antidote - i guess i need a lot i guess i this is a fucking
the assembly plant is smothering me i'm a predefined commodity the marauder mill needs an unpolluted grist i can feel the strain around my wrist we'
[chorus:] the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall] ? the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall] ? the breath of a hurricane it's the conspiracy
home of titans - where extension is the frame remission is the play - in this amaranthine game in our compulsory advance - the conquest belts the soil
imposter [chorus:] imposter - i am the torch at the gate imposter - i am the switch in the grenade imposter - i am the rush within the raid imposter -
the country that i am, is lost tonight the visions, the strucutres, the unions are sold delusion is a dense cold forest of intrests where freedom now
sometimes i care to wonder about the blindfold on my soul about the razor wire fence that isolates me in the mold the precipice is closing in on rancid
these private fantasies of share and profit when did the market turn this decadent desired expertise claiming the orbit since when are takeovers this
with every context of crisis that you bend - with every arsenal and all the weaponry you invent with every poverty-line, that you assign - you shape the
We're suffering the calibre we're suffering the calibre I drag me in and out, I'm my own contraband I'm catering the interests, of a market i strongly
I pushed you forward, the artificial place, cause i need people with a nameless face, I pushed you backward, the natural disgrace, now we're seekers
he meritocracy freedom - the contrast of freedom - the contrast the network's avaricious, the fabric takes the darkest quote no salvaging the designated
