today [Chorus] hey old man we're free here in the land of liberty what's there left to say (i can't take another day) have i grown up to be a man like
Devastation and gloom, the humans ground into the soils Children stacked in piles, bodies used for coal Although in chaos, a government had control A Germanic old
subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me Movin' coldly, in the presence of old
subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle Other retreat to bibles, living holy But currency seem to control me, moving coldly In the presence of old
blame? [Verse 2: Bad A$$ overlaps woman] They never use money (?) Get your debt in control Mind your friends or mind your fo's They plot 'gainst the man
(feat. Killer Priest, Masta Killer, Method Man, ...) [Intro: Method Man] Shout out to Morocco, what's going down? This your boy, Meth, Mr. that is Capital
few years ago a politician was on the radio Saying that no one in the UK suffered from want. Next day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
Doom] Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an' 'em He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast Your
life that's plus and minus you might as well use your anchor man as a security blanket and change your name to Linus. It's easy to control the metropolis
the new generation automatics and chrome wheels, Raised by the old code, boy you don't squeal, Uhn uhn, you don't rat, don't snitch, You never fuck with a man
have no strings to hold me down Beware of the tupperware It's the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain Who came complete with all
We are passing into a great change of species And no matter how loudly the old authorities may proclaim that this is not so, it is going to happen Our
Acksadapo drag racing with another car along Merrick Road in Wantaugh. Nolan says the young man lost control and slid into a row of stores. His body was
and gloom, the humans ground into the soils Children stacked in piles, bodies used for coal Although in chaos, a government had control A Germanic old
You take control of having what you want around you And every blink of your eye can make an old man seem younger Than every single day in his life Before
Deadweight That drags us down Deadweight You've got to Put away completely The old man I used to be So now I must kill him daily So he can't take control
'm a cool guy, R1, R6 Won't see man wingin' on a Harley But you will see man in Trenchtown Puffing on the high grade, visit the yard of Bob Marley Old
my eyes leak out an eagles skull Bludgeoning a mitten, meticulous self control I need these priests to stop molesting your kids backdoor Its fucking disgusting man
