Self inflicted pain A wasted life A restless soul insane No return Gone too far No one else left to blame [Chorus:] Fade away Die away From this life
: Self inflicted pain A wasted life A restless soul insane No return Gone too far No one else left to blame [Chorus:] Fade away Die away From this life
[Compositor: Asesino / Maldito - X / Sadistico] Traicionado por el patron A la chingada! Con poder de el infierno ?Venganza! ?Lo pagaras! Regresando
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and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan through the message of prophecy God sent Jesus into this world to be our saviour And that Christ is returning
One by one, the fools suck you in Like many others before No guilty conscience, just another sin They're truly rotten to the core Contracts with criminal
freed Got the knowledge on the streets Cali fuck an Impala I want a 600 runnin' and when you see me holla holla See me sin I'm a criminal puttin Breed
as one It's a revolution that has started We nurture buried in the underground A place where your rules don't apply Thieves crooks the criminal minded
the yolk and snap his neck When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O. Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow Cause on my second return, I had to
pencil Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer In my own class, operation return
BLANDNESS Must RULE and COMMAND He knows not a drop, Not a crumb, Not a whit, Of the reason for doing This criminal shit And then, if he did, Would it
mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way
a maze And my legacy will never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers It's the return of Gandhi Criminal minded city behind
Academy, ain't no man mad at me [Holocaust:] The night scroll wind keeper and his end, were most You try to return and find both of which were ghosts
get bust by the toast Now you roast from the things, that I cut you on post Smoke a Dutch to the roach, with my criminal approach My material soaks in
this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could
, then return the devils fire I'm raised different, reactin' situations Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal
