1900's Madness #1 - Ennio Morricone

You know I'm down to make the move on a bitch You know I'm down to lose my cool in this bitch You can't play me like a fool in this bitch I drop the top I'm just cruising and shit My lil nigga caught a body I hope he back from Pouring oz's in my sprite this my last one Smokers still know my name from that crack run Bitch I made this shit look good don't act dumb I ain't dealing with these hoes hell nah I lost my patience Loud mouth thats a penalty hoe thats a flagrant Pesos, Benjamins the only thing we chasing Supposed to be somewhere shot dead but I made it Got a lot of shit goin on I got to pace it Bro told me go and get the vette without no payments ZaZa in the backwood I'm about to face it Bitch I'm the kid like that nigga named Jason Bro lift the doors on the lamb he kinda faded Niggas really wanna be my friends but they hating I believe in God but I'm on that shit like Satan You can look me in my eyes and see that I ain't playin You know I'm down to make the move on a bitch You know I'm down to lose my cool in this bitch You can't play me like a fool in this bitch I drop the top I'm just cruising and shit My lil nigga caught a body I hope he back from Pouring oz's in my sprite this my last one Smokers still know my name from that crack run Bitch I made this shit look good don't act dumb I seen my nigga at the light he wanna race shit I can't fuck with niggas they be on gay shit Baby said her nigga boring she wanna take trips Bitch I'm from Tacoma where they really spray shit I'm out of town with some white hoes tryna break shit Now I'm at the Cosmo in Vegas with some black chips Niggas know I'm down to make the move I don't fake shit Flexin on my old bitch she thought I wouldn't make it Riding around the city limo tint like I'm famous Bro come get your nigga I think he laying on the pavement We jus knocked his ass out lucky bro ain't spray shit Niggas get to tripping in my city it gets dangerous Baby said her nigga boring now she wanna take trips Fucking with the winning team call this shit the A-List Niggas know I'm down to make the move I don't fake shit Bitch I'm from Tacoma where them niggas really spray shit You know I'm down to make the move on a bitch You know I'm down to lose my cool in this bitch You can't play me like a fool in this bitch I drop the top I'm just cruising and shit My lil nigga caught a body I hope he back from Pouring oz's in my sprite this my last one Smokers still know my name from that crack run Bitch I made this shit look good don't act dumb

Solo derrota Ya llegan las almas Que nunca pudieron volar. 1900 historias En el cementerio de la soledad. Quise pensar que esta vez, Nuestro reloj no marcaba un adiós. Y aunque París se apagó, Sigue latente esta historia de dos. Encontrarás En el silencio de esta ciudad, Ganando a cada paso que dan, Las sombras que hacen de mi mitad. Una tragedia más. Hay cicatrices abiertas Y en el viejo edén tan solo tempestad. Son solo cuentos de niños perdidos Que buscan llegar a algo más. Quise pensar que esta vez, Conocería de nuevo el valor. Trato de seguir en pie, Sobre las tablas de nuestra función. Encontrarás En el silencio de esta ciudad, Ganando a cada paso que dan, Las sombras que hacen de mi mitad. Una tragedia más. Una tragedia más. Esa voz que me impulsa A borrar el dolor, Tantos sueños perdidos En nuestro rincón. Ellas piensan que siempre El culpable fui yo; No soy yo. Encontrarás En el silencio de esta ciudad, Ganando a cada paso que dan, Sembrando el miedo al mirar atrás. Esta obsesión Toma un sentido tan inmortal. Jugando a destrozar el honor, Las sombras que hacen de mi mitad. Una tragedia más. Ohh ohh Las sombras que hacen de mi mitad. Una tragedia más.

Your machines obey to you You live with the terror of the blackout Shape yourself in order not to make it happen They hum, you sprint, they ask, you answer, ask yourself this question, who has the Control, you or them? Ask yourself this question: who has the control? Who has the control? You or them? Don't take the post offices for granted like a gratified sleepwalker sheep A piece of paper goes across the country like a boy's note to his first crush in class I can send you cookies to other side of the world and attack some stamps on it I carve an adress, I write "death" on it, because I am the death We live in an enclosure Don't act like a black sheep, don't disobey Follow the German Sheperd Living politically correct Modern left became our death Technique made you to abdicate The star of progress is now a black hole. Ask yourself this question: who has the control? Who has the control? You or them? Don't take the post offices for granted like a gratified sleepwalker sheep A piece of paper goes across the country like a boy's note to his first crush in class I can send you cookies to other side of the world and attack some stamps on it I carve an adress, I write "death" on it, because I am the death