Zwei französische Püppchen?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKxMTFvo_0s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfXBNQMj2SE
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Zwei französische Püppchen?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKxMTFvo_0s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfXBNQMj2SE
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Hier noch ein Death-Metal-Granaten:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-ZH-OvbQyg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTOVvSxzAsQ&t=842s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zQhJNsWBWY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRGGTaAhexc
Coeur de pirate - Mistral Gagnant
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RFAvClLJOU
Agar Agar - I Am That Guy
Da bekomm ich doch gleich Lust auf Negermusik:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFZP8zQ5kzk
:D
:irland::usa::smoke:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV9kvDd9Ils
1 - Unreleased EP Intro 2 - Reachin' Out 3 - Same Ol' Game 4 - 3rd Stone From The Sun :dg:5 - Womb To The Tomb 6 - Choose Your Poison (Remix) 7 - Irish Pride
CHORUS:
From the womb to the tomb
[Earth to dust]
From the earth to the moon
[The woman I trust]
And from the sea to the sky
[I see reflection]
And from the brain through the eye
[Another soul blessed on]
From the celtic tribes, and the highland plains
I hit you with the quickness, like bad brains
I ain't blowin' no spikes, no queers, no dykes
Just the pale-faced cracker in the high-top nikes
Dope bustin' mics, I smoke cannibus
And if it's God's day off, in the cig I trust
You don't think I bust, you don't know my style I got kids that'll hit ya on the low-profile
I've been from 248, out to east New York
My earth don't wear swine
I don't eat pork From no rusty fork, or no silver spoon
Put down your silver platter, kid, come check the data
My crew's chalk full of free information
It's ji`had, Mecca be the destination
Glory be to God one more prostration
The root and foundation of civilization
CHORUS
VERSE:
Divine Styler
Makin' shit happen, transition to casual moods
I'm livin' revelations, for real spiracle
I unroll the mythical chronic, keep an airborne stash
To make Divine's stein shine in this killah rhyme clash
Now seven false gods, (c'mon) step through the temple
Loose joints tremble, a brother said I resemble
The teachings of Jesus they sat down and said teach us
The illest earthly dreams of drama homicide schemes
I said brother mind want cream, but brothers i see green
Of a once warm flesh to arrest their peace
Never release your finger piece to go up in you with no crease
Then a priest overcame one sunlight, and beamed
And blessed on the DNA legacy in me
CHORUS
VERSE:
Divine Styler
My teacher teaches the wickedness, out of my swiftness
My mental be kickin' the shit out my physical
Ridiciulous duels, and ridiculous deals
Make a brother want to clot some chrome inch steel
My finger on the trigger a destiny for real
I sit in purgatory tryin' to break seven seals
Nine hells deep I see nine of me creep
But divine of me seek to put nine of me to sleep
I exhaust my existence, the pain is persistent
My mind got the quickness, I'm on my own hit-list
I head to gates of warped states and parralellistics