Immune Funeral Lyrics, BCC gang, Immune
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Grrt-ra Whatever I hold a compass,
since I am on the edge
Zero MC fashion icon
BCC against everything
Do not mind, when I tease you I
stare, I ruin everything I have
fun, I stack my dreams
With style, I put the flowers in the vase
They can not control my drunkenness
They can not change my mood
They can not stand my hand
The only thing they win is my mockery
Fire and fury, I always play straight,
I consider it a nasty disgust
But with rap I do not know what to do
since it is like stealing a church
Tell me what you have left from that night
Tell me what you like and what it gives you
Nobody can judge you
It has it in it, it secretes it
It has a second person and so it will stay
With a notebook and a pen
Throwed in the labyrinth of Pan
I give the rap game the New
Testament and I make them wh0res
Not for coke, not for rake,
not for an expensive car
G’s not good guys with
bars in a thousand words in class
In the hunt for the surface
They take little inertia, a few tastes
few ntrogkia, pose little,
few francs, little Lucy
My son, you are my boy, impatient,
I was sighing and in pain.
If you hear, go and take a cold shower.
But BCC is the virus and it is already a case.
Street beagle how do we give it that way?
We put it all on fire, get out of the middle
We put our food on the table
We do it for our soul so we like it
(Grrt-ra)
How do we give it that way?
We put it all on fire, get out of the middle
We put our food on the table
We do it for our soul so we like it
Like the Bermuda Triangle
Like the Philadelphia Experiment
Signs and monsters in your sleep,
in your day
Spirits that have been lost
by paranormal phenomena
They are also with me in
my room before they find you unreleased
Honey, milk, all honey milk
I drink my drink gulp was not trickle
Ida, Ida, Ida My Passa Ida
‘s life an uphill all the back despite the
Hold, hold, hold, hold
Hold strong, hold
Do not give up easily,
move on dude
If you think you know it all
, you’ve probably lost it my baby
They do not talk to me but they talk about me
and boost my morale
I live with my head held high, I speak with actions
Those who want games, know that
I am here for the tensions
Athens city, Barcode crew, we are fine
(Now for everything you knew you have forgotten)
Street beagle how do we give it that way?
We put it all on fire, get out of the middle
(Grrt-ra) We
press our food on the table
We do it for our soul so we like it
Street beagle how do we give it that way?
We put it all on fire, get out of the middle
We put our food on the table
We do it for our soul so we like it
BCC, BCC gang, Athens city
We the truth
We change their lights
We make them full
All your words Your words
But in the four-on-four the frosts make
Immune .. Immune
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta