Testo In My Pallas

PALLAS Son of the sphinx of Giza, returns to this muthafucker! Verse 1 Let me start off with the Pallas strasse/ the place where I stay/ making tracks everyday/ u wanna have a taste?/ u better come str8/ me & my homies don`t play/ we bring the pain in the worst way/ listen up, hold it down for homies in the fast lane/ g`s up ho`s down at kufurstenstrasse/ i step in this game, cause i got this game/ i can`t be erased and i cant be replaced/ mics get too hot from the heat in my rhymes/ i burst in and out like a thief in the night/ jump off and shout from the speed of my shine, nazis under attack cause im sticking around/ never leaving, never hiding, never stop the elevating, hillarising, hypernising, bitches i`ll be paralysing/ attention! attention! talk 2 ya mayor/ Berlin city watchout 4 Lion flavor. Hook fuck the wack shit/ bla bla bla shit/ find`em in the trash heap ( in my pallas)/ i reach the sky/ 4 everlasting/ puff puff pass it ( Pallas shit) fuck the wack shit/ bla bla bla shit/ find`em in the trash heap ( in my pallas)/ i reach the sky/ 4 everlasting/ puff puff pass( Pallas Pallas) Verse 2 My style harcorize any track that i spit on/ stablized 2 energize the forces of the future/ niggas getting jealous/ sure its human nature/ i keep on getting major with this lyrical rapture/ now everybody really wanna know whats going on, Lion don`t dream no more/ i set it on/ hip hop is my job & im taking it serious/ elevating too fast and too furious/ bitches become curious/ believe like morpheus/ i dont sell raps for the sell out sector/ i do sell raps for the hell out sector/ ready 2 kill 4/ the shit I live 4/ spots i`ll be macking/ joints i`ll be passing to homies that I roll with/ smoke with and flow with/ bitches that blow me when nuts get too heavy/ fuck mtv dating/ lets do it str8 pimpin` Verse 3 Check out the rapsody/ the place is Berlin City/ u hear the shit im hearing/ this ain`t no fucking fiction/ hip hop production through the visions of our generation/ what`s your objection/ shut the fuck up when I step the fuck up/ pour out some liqour for the homies that are trapped in lock up/ i keep on running make u think my name is Micheal Johnson/ running from a burst, like im running from a curse/ running from the cops alwayz watching on my block/ wanna get a nigga locked ya bombo clot/ bitch i blow the spot from the cradle 2 the grave/ running from the train/ like im running from the pain/ running on the stage/ you don`t wanna come against/ cause i diss when i mean it not to mix it/ i come so pure/ get loose act a fool/ bitch mc`s better quit/ cause u weak/ i take a shit/ on ya dicks/ thru the lips/ of ya bitch! *more lyrics @ www. blacklion.biz/ www.leveleight.de