also cry I closed my eyes and tears ran down my cheek Everytime, everywhere you kept smile in your face Born to breathe, die to eternally If you'll be my tears
this profession, it's time to choose your weapons Pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape You can't escape the last action hero in Timbs but no
a man's best friend's a Mac-10 with a clip, a belt full of bullets like Rambo Be shootin shit up to be the neighborhood hero Sport the phat gear, black
. They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions. Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes, In
Big Gun Last Action Hero Soundtrack (1993) (Young, Young) Noises from Brian Riot on the radio, pictures
a vision, think of all the dreams you have lost Your actions will resound forever in eternity Can anyone listen to your heartrending lament this last
own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last
in this profession, it's time to choose your weapons Pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape You can't escape the last action hero in Timbs but no
just naive anarchists. They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions. Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes
to sweat, but we let em have it You can see they fear through they tears Treat em like Robanes and give em some relief [ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ] I feel action
