Conflict of interest, colliding minds Two nations bent on controversy Hypocrite politics, broken vows Perpetual dishonesty A meeting in the neutral zone
Perfect is the life of king Father said to me The life was mine when he died Too young to rule an empire But father never lied Perfect was the life of
You aren't wanted here, you'd better leave The taste of power has left you insane I would give my life to end your reign Just let me see your corpse
Your mind is made of clay To be molded into anything they want You live a life of pain Humiliation and hell But you'd better believe in God Don't step
It must be taught a lesson One it won't forget Back eyes, battered bones, brutal blows Anger displaced to the innocent Bashed head, almost dead, breathing
Life's a game that I can't play There's got to be a better way I think I'll kill myself today This is the end My death will stick in your mind I'll find
Mass deception Distorting truth Your people live in lies that come from you Self election Opponents disappear They threat the evil things you do State
you fighting for? Scared, your mind is in shock This is no drill, the threat is for real Run, there's nowhere to hide You're better off dead than captured
Out on the streets, your life's a mess You're feeling lonely and depressed He'll hit you when you're down and out He's a man who knows what you're about
He'll do it, no questions are asked If he's to succeed, they've got to Make him believe that killing And bombing's a blast Many injured, many dead Their
As you can see, my eyes turn red It's all you've done And everything you've said I can't control, you've gone too far This time you gave me your worst You'd
A planet defaced with death and decay An atmosphere of hate Cities destroyed Their meanings forgotten And fertile lands lay waste A planet once prosperous
blast before I pass to Ryu [Ryu:] I be that insane cracker from the D.G.Z.s I need liquor and two packs of G.P.C.s Now that's sicker Rats if you don'
plants the bloody glove I drive European cars and smoke Cuban cigars Bring it phat to your ears like Warren G's keyloyds From B-boys to D-boyz it's like
Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive European cars and smoke Cuban cigars Bring it phat to your ears like Warren G's keyloyds From B-boys to D-
C'mon Oh shit Yeah yeah Oh shit Oh shit C'mon c'mon Uhh, yeah yeah yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut Long time comin', ya heard? M.O.P., Big motherfuckin
the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D
