My man Storm and his home' West Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got
talked about this great country But when the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big
[Chuck D: storm raging in the background] Does it gotta come down to this... In order to see things for what they are and what it is... We still might
at a place there in town called The Old Home Cafe Now my daddy was a music lovin' man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands He'd lost two fingers
an hour before I guess I got a higher purpose in the eyes of the Lord Who looks down from the sky into the fire and storm And sees governments in unison like one big
wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip new york and a million different places State to state country to country
?d rather talk to Jesus than to anyone who disagrees, With the phones involved in Big Brother is all he hears, Oh nothing much has changed here, And there?s a storm
side was the city Above it was the lake It was in the daily papers In bold letters was the writ What would happen When the Big One hit But every
-Mart, my mind on the country roads [Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots] I just wanna goooo On the country roads and get blowwwwed On the country roads again rolllll Been on the country
bottom, worked my way up Ran wit big dudes, had to get my weight up Now my cake up, now it's lights, cameras, make up Trips to Jacob, foreign countries
hour before, I guess I got a higher purpose in the eyes of the Lord, who looks down from the sky into the fire and storm, and sees governments in unison like one big
of an urban storm. Daddy won't sell the farm. He worked and slaved in '68, he bought these fields and trees. He raised his corn and a big red barn
dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills
massachusetts it's the place where i was born in a mill town in the middle of a storm in the statasphere there's a little ball of light it comes down
(Verse #1) I left my footprints on the ocean?s waves before the storm came/ But form changed to man overboard sinking self-aware/ Thinking no one?s there
Пераклад: Вялікая краіна. Злачыннасць Апавяданні (Interlude).
Пераклад: Вялікая краіна. Адна вялікая рэч.