(by Metallica) Live it seems, will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters no one else I have lost the will
I'm never done, Walk tall, why ever run? When they move if I ever come? Bad man never fret the war, tell'em come General we have the stock, the mad fire
Are we this bored? Prove me wrong. The child is mine, now that she has been thrown away. The interest is gone, so now the others suffer. They suffer unto
In demonstration our failures all aside We can burn this whole fucking system down And drive the bastards out Spit in the cynic's eye Has passion all
for something more than what you gave. Cause life with you is Georgia? I remember the day that I first met you. I took the lying share of doubt. You held all others
shackles kill but look so lovely maintain reputation squeezed to fit the mold she's made to living their aesthetics giving freely but dishonor sun peeling
(by Elton John) She packed by bag last night, preflight Zero hour, nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high As a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss
you see my desires live and die for you insighting and while in the dark with you it's never enough, but i promise you i'll still be right here if you
How many triggers Take down an innocent victim? What does your badge cover up? How much training does it take To look into his mother's eyes? And lie
[Verse 1:] Mack Del impetuous Tepetuous Bust flows ? Under fire like appestos All MCs grip my testicles Let them go No, I spread your flow like metal
Tune in your sets (Spark your cigarettes) You don't need cable TV (Just a window to see) Who, me? The Kurious one in your backyard (Monkey bars I'm
I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original Baby Gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points
locked like a Death Row show And if I ain't a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding) So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire Before I make they *ass* catch fire
Got him a can of sniffin' sauce Pinned his mind up on a cross Lacquer head knows but one desire Lacquer head sets his skull on fire Lacquer head knows
a Death Row show And if I ain't a b-boy, premier never used a bell (Ding, ding) So tell your boy (What?) Crew to retire before I make they (Ass) Catch fire
you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original baby gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin
piece of rancid cheese, while the real rats (big business, government) sit in their great halls and eat their pounds of flesh. This distrust and fear of each other
The results may be surprising. Then think about what the media wants you to believe.] [Points to consider:] [1 the idea that you need protection from other
