me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound
to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the
on our own, that's somewhat hypocritical You're livin with Lucifer, boy, you better cease It's all about peace And all we are sayin, my brothers Is give peace
As the raw son sins in glamour and his greedy and violent rage stimulate and torment assailants peace is dead uneasy moment as the first warrior stirs
in peace Although your current is concurrent there is no deturrent You will cease to be no more The war has been won The warrior is rested and your duty
breed an evil might [Chorus:] As the signal is done the slaughter begins and the soldiers starts to fight Disaster, pain and tear invade all of this peaceful
I need no shield- As i plough through the field I gaze towards the sky for the sign of... [Part IV: "The appearance of the warrior wraith"] Three dead
disrespect, slash your neck, cash your check It's how I bought my fat ass Lex So clear the way It's Shay, dawg open the gate Peace, I'm out Jettin' like
lemon there Hey, hey, relax in the living room with K2 Saturday, Dr. Oetker's pack attacks And is rioting for free speech Hassan, the Morroccan warrior
eternal And Angels fall wounded in my arms, is this thy peace you once prayed infernal And there will be a soul Which united the old Legions Once a warrior
desires Was always human blood Heretics cradle was my enemy, my only reason of life Then in my family, I was looking for the peace the warmth But the
stars were born In a month of summers ending Earth's peace was shattered by a storm Warrior of both past and future Let your magic sing Chimes of peace
170 New York Ave. Ha ha ha Peace to my brothers And my nigga wack Yo I love you niggas My little nephew Peace to my steez Peace to my Earth Do that shit
Buddha Monk] Back the fuck up before I use my gat Spray two to your neck and four to your back It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina Look on
170 New York Ave. Ha ha ha Peace to my brothers And my nigga wack Yo I love you niggaz My little nephew Peace to my steez Peace to my Earth Do that shit
cross, sheding my tears, gods' blow will have to appear Praying for eternal rest in peace in this paradise [CHORUS] I can't find the warrior of light