Тексты песен «P.O. S»

Break Down, the walls in your head, until you Break Down, not tears instead, you need a Break Down, on your page and pen stay to you to really hold a Break Down, on the stage I'm talkin... ta ta tata ta I'm talkin...

(feat. Slug) [Intro: Slug] Auditon? Yeah I got this... Yeah I was at your show Yeah... No I mean no I didn't like it No I'm just saying I was there And a... Doomtree! You suck ha ha ha... Alright... Cecil Otter,...

I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation’s rape From that life I’m tryin’ to separate But I guess I’m livin’ dreams cuz my rent’s always a month late Product of an...

[First Verse] In fuzzy focus, he sees downtown A blue pick-up that's kinda rusted Mystery formed a process of pain with faces dusted Or a red cap to a crack vial in front of a crack pipe He sees a cat on it's last life...

[sample] Well, some of you might be sayin' like they tryin' not to like us But we want you to know we good I am a gun [Verse 1] Okay frustration takes a fat cat And slows 'em down like a bullet forced through layers...

Don't let em tell you what you think is cool Don't let em tell you what you think is right Don't let em tell you what you think you should do Now do you Recognize when the world wont stop for you Or when your days...

First of all, Fuck Bush That's all, that's the end of it Second, give it up to R.S.E. for hookin' up a kid I got the two best, the newest plus the truest; Doomtree, Rhymesayers Entertainment (You know the name!) Rip the...

[Verse 1:] Ladies and Gentleman Alright, the crowd looks pissed There might be a problem here Who's the scrubby new jack Loud mouth little fuck, up there? Hi,(HI!) My name is promise of stress, skill I rep the midwest...

[First Verse] I write ryhmes then rhyme, right? Yea, that about sums it up But while some of them get crunk, I gets Stories and truths I share views See I, See why Crews choose the Fox News I see in CNBC CNBC and other...

I pick a lot of locks rock a lot of shows build with the moms hang with the broken crow been hurtin the same heart since i was like two i use sarcasm freely bark at the greedy write what feeds shy from the seedy im bold...

[Verse 1] Okay, Tom Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth Can I sleep in your den? I'm mad 'bout how she's shanking me with my house I...