Слова:
Champion Eric

I didn't expect the sorrow I didn't expect the pain I didn't expect the heartache I didn't expect the shame It takes guts and it takes medicine To make

Stumbling around in the haze My head is all out of phase And I keep learning The hard way And giving it one more day Then all of a sudden? It came to

Переклад: Ерік Чемпіон. Чорний Кава.

Something changed today I finally took the headphones off And as the sound waves died away I heard my heart say I hate to see you work so hard And still

I?m a sentence spinner An adjective machine Spitting out syllables Rarely say what I mean All my shotgun statements Are meant to confuse Throw the dogs

back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley way. I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ. Steal a quarter, &

Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (Hit me with one more and let em know where it's comin from) I worked with Sugarhill Gang, Run and Heavy D Eric B.,

paroles de 104 000 prophetes, et dans ma bibliotheque plonge dans l'anthropologie ou l'analyse du spectre lumineux voue aux succes de mes essais, pour etendre le champs

paroles de 104 000 prophetes, et dans ma bibliotheque plonge dans l'anthropologie ou l'analyse du spectre lumineux voue aux succes de mes essais, pour etendre le champs