Did we lose our loyalty? I want to hear your screams behind me. Let's rally, let's fight and we'll feel the weight from being free. But people won't
We're number one! We won the fucking race, now you follow behind us now you follow at our pace, and we won't ever stop until everyone is just like us
Another day. Another goodbye. What am I reduced to when this becomes my life? Let go of this, don't shed a tear. Let go of that, but stay sincere. I'
It's hard to question something pounded in your head. That is way we need to pound in something new. People afraid to give, give the gift of life, because
This isn't last month's paper with the value lost, or the people we've said goodbye to with no lesson taught. And years slide away with similar themes
Hatred in your eyes is beauty in mine, you'll never see it even if I try... I'll try. Oppression and pride is felt from you and it fits you like a glove
Feel the black pain in your head While I'm blastin'you down Don't be liar Don't be wrong She's the one Turn your head back and see the shadow of death
you have summoned the besieged and benighted vista of Hyperborea... now pay heed, for the final battle is at hand! [Chapter 7: The Last Stand Against
Fighting the good fight of faith intent on final conquest Join us disciples of the light in this spiritual warfare Take hold of eternal life saving souls from Hell [Romans 7
clean never filthy In God's eyes I'm wealthy Felt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lights Time traveled participatin on battles my brethren fight
my words when my fists are poetic Beat you down To the ground Break your bones Final blow And blood will flow It's clobberin' time! I hate you I hit you [x7
you need a dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7
think you need a dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows Nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it till the end Final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7
Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pat Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back [Verse 1: Papoose] Listen if you eightball shavin' onthe block turn 7
plagues First the river will be ran with red 2, 3, and 4, dead frogs will cause lice and flies Sick livestock is 5, the living they must fight for their lives 6, 7
Battle juice in my blood, Jumpin' at ya boy, Man, you better have ya bungee cord, Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now come
