[Testo di "Human Corruption's Chronicles" ft. Slaine, Maelle]
[Intro: Slaine, Maelle]
The Sixteenth Religion
- (Seguiteci) Un tiranno può sottomettere la città a suo piacere
- A ciò che gli piace non c'è dubbio, ma non a ciò che vuole, l'uomo infatti non può volere che il proprio bene, (Non potranno dividerci) e colui che commette ingiustizie nuoce soprattutto a sé stesso poco per volta, il ricordo del male che ha commesso lo farà impazzire
Slaine, Coka
[Strofa 1: Slaine]
We rose out the ash of the hell we knew
With every 40 ounce swig and every El we blew
With these beats and these rhymes that would help me through
Through this life with these lies that might as well be true
I was cold, I was bold
I didn't listen what i'm told
Out there on the road on a mission for the gold
I'm fighting at the bottom here, scufflin' with the chumps
And yeah i made my way up but I took a couple lumps
But look at that it got 'em here, a hustler from jump
Michele to Vladimir, the Buffets and the Trumps
At least a way that's outta here, Percussion and thumps
I feel like i'm surrounded by the puppets and the punks
The flushes and the dumps
The stuff that's in the trunk
Plus I'm always drunk
I sussed it out and thunk
There's nothing left for me to take my head away, I've arrived
At the fact I gotta be the getaway driver
[Intro: Slaine, Maelle]
The Sixteenth Religion
- (Seguiteci) Un tiranno può sottomettere la città a suo piacere
- A ciò che gli piace non c'è dubbio, ma non a ciò che vuole, l'uomo infatti non può volere che il proprio bene, (Non potranno dividerci) e colui che commette ingiustizie nuoce soprattutto a sé stesso poco per volta, il ricordo del male che ha commesso lo farà impazzire
Slaine, Coka
[Strofa 1: Slaine]
We rose out the ash of the hell we knew
With every 40 ounce swig and every El we blew
With these beats and these rhymes that would help me through
Through this life with these lies that might as well be true
I was cold, I was bold
I didn't listen what i'm told
Out there on the road on a mission for the gold
I'm fighting at the bottom here, scufflin' with the chumps
And yeah i made my way up but I took a couple lumps
But look at that it got 'em here, a hustler from jump
Michele to Vladimir, the Buffets and the Trumps
At least a way that's outta here, Percussion and thumps
I feel like i'm surrounded by the puppets and the punks
The flushes and the dumps
The stuff that's in the trunk
Plus I'm always drunk
I sussed it out and thunk
There's nothing left for me to take my head away, I've arrived
At the fact I gotta be the getaway driver
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