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N„r m…nstrimman svinner fr…n v…gornas svall
Dess moder bak molnskyar vandrar trind
Den klagande lymningens viderskall
Ljuder i bitande avlandsvind

I aftonens m†rker d… stormarna skred
P… nordrikets djupsvarta b†ljande hav
Draugens skepnad p… v…gorna red
¦ver dess virvlande vattengrav

B†ljeb„garens vildsinta kast
Sen urminnes sk„nker ett k„rvhetens arv
I skenr†k nu skymtas grymvulen gast
En v…lnad som varslar om vemodets darv

I kv„vande m†rker han nidrades ung
Sorgf„llighetens b†rda han b„r
Sj„len nu irrf„rdar †destung
Bland l†mska blidklippors tigande h„r

Ett kustlandskap i daggvuren tid
Den dystraste ymn av stormarnas hymn
Draugen beskuggar sj†mannafrid
I m†rker mareldsskimmer tar vid

N„r m…nstrimman svinner fr…n v…gornas svall
Dess moder bak molnskyar vandrar trind
Den klagande lymningens viderskall
Ljuder i bitande avlandsvind

I aftonens m†rker dÃ[Dre] 
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! 
Inter-national, underground 
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) 
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans 
You can't stop a train 
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared 
I'll be there, but when I leave there 
Better be a household name 
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain 
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaken' wet 
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat 
Hits somersaults without the net 
But this'll be the year that we won't forget 
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be 
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses 
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail 
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell 
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell 
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail 
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m¨¢ma 
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers 
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS 
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days 
Get back home, things are wrong 
We're not really able to spend all alone 
before he left, (?), to a ball of power 
Thousands of thousands miles per hour 
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath, 
believe there's always more 
Ahhhhh! 

Chorus: 2X 
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