our favorite things, I'll keep an open mind if you let me in. Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face. Try not to judge me on my kind of
head huntin' In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin' I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge
not even the judge safe If his ass can't swim he get a closed case We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter No luck, no help and we the
Okay what if I could hold on but then would nightmares turn back into dreams once again would Lady Luck say this game has no end but Dawn does not rise
her dress off and buried it away "Has your luck run out?", she laughed at him "Well I guess you must have known it would someday Be careful not to touch
I shatter it Lyrically I am the law, fuck wit me, I am to raw Bustin' wit my nina ross, 'bout to get me but you lost You gon' need the lawyer, I'm the judge
the bitch broke me So now I need a crutch But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck About a young nigga that's down on his luck So I gotta put
Well, it's not for me to say But I can't see what you see in him anyway But such righteousness in me Is not a nice thing to display And who am I For
It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my
indicate that Americans are setting a course for the end of their own great nation. The ever growing trend in this country is to judge people, not by
it in the bud We'll be ready for these schoolboys Tomorrow is the judgement day Valjean: Tomorrow we'll be far away, Tomorrow is the judgement day
amok Catch 'em as they fall Never know your luck When there's a free-for-all! VALJEAN Tomorrow we'll be far away, Tomorrow is the judgement day ALL
What you are for him Celui qui peut t'aimer Sans jamais te juger Celui qui reste quand les autres t'ont dj quitt The one who can love you Without ever judging
your passion love It's not your passion love, its not If I knew you were listening, I'd pitch out one last verse in respect to you But I'm not one that
raised me, I can't sleep Once citizen as a baby, now look at what y'all made me. So don't judge me Verse 1 (silkk the shocker) Don't judge me on how
dealer, Big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life Going to jail cause sam was just another night Money and dope was a trade But not
a chip on his shoulder without props A bad seed leads himself the stray way Puttin' off evidence of Judgment Day Judge not the culprit or pull the file
you adhere to Irish logic That's just one of the many jokes of which the Irish are the topic You can talk about the luck of but in truth there's not