desensitized [Pre chorus] Open wounds Never Heal Cancer grows within [Chorus] Dying nation in confrontation Reckless nation, nation of hate Breathe
lives Defend, blinded, desensitized Open wounds never heal Cancer grows within Dying nation in confrontation Reckless nation, nation of hate Breathe
Traduzione: Criminal. Nation Of Hate.
off your ass if you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule
see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation I want members across tha fifty states to keep tha nation
quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal
The higher purpose issues Put this in your headline news The hateful man from Iraq I wrap a long stem of thorns around the heartland of America Achy Breaky hate
me when I walk into the public Even the suckers, I just love it When they get disgusted every time I prove (Boogie Down Pro...) Boogie Down Productions will move Meaning to motivate, lest rhyme straight Hate
cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin' I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal
And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be lonely And when you come back its too late So you overcompensate Like victims of rape Full of self hate
the grade I don't play no games look around now clown throw down Dirt mounds were the corps is found After every show the critics call me a criminal Cuz
Get the hell out Evil fell out, but I'm no sell-out Black's the mineral, white subliminal Arrest the president, he's the criminal No one's laughin this
, ain't no sweat, intellect A thousand miles, how do you do it? One step Now check out this flow, they wanna be down, but they cain't Original +Criminal
third day, I'm nice with my wordplay Master of all that I survey Standing on my square, firm, graph the journ' Trying to shake my foundation Nation of
me Lacing The Nation With This Click Clacking Base That You Got in Your Face Haha Yeah Enjoy The Fruits Of my Sick Sound Haters Will Hate But Honestly
but few have dropped hot shit and seen green Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em But not many niggaz have slammin albums X to the Z rocks consistantly I'm "Criminal
Vanity, hold us back mentally, my brother be strong Til the time come, wisdom upon the drum Where we come from guns clap the sun Lemme visual, lifestyle hate
