race See the way, see your destiny Your mercy screams won't set you free Into the fires Into the fires of truth and fear Into the fires Into the fires
: "When he and I will be as one."} AZ: {Nina Simone sample playing through out} Firm... How y'all want it? Huh? hu... Talk to me... We give it to ya either way
now trapped with the town thieves The ground breathes in the fumes of death Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set We travel underground the sewer system
let it rip Eyes, ears, nose and throat specialist Professor Bis The sublime Chakra one thru nine Thru the spine induce the rhyme Internal fire produces
Your Character String Verification?" Battle rap is just aimless entertainment +2nd round K.O.+ was one of they favourites, fuck all the haters Responsibility entrusted There's only one way
poison is injected into the blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One
prisons Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help We do for self like ants in a colony Organize the wealth into a socialist economy A way of life
One nation under God has turned into one nation under the influence of one drug [chorus:] Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and
system boomin a funky beat After a hour or so of grubbin and talkin Check was paid, to the car we start walkin Two cars pull up, one in front, one in
-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB:] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me? [Cappadonna:] Wutup Toney? [Ghostface:] Wsup don' don'.. [ODB:] All the way
d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me? [Cappadonna] Wutup Toney? [Ghostface] Wsup don' don'.. [ODB] All the way
universe just came to exist First of all, microevolution been proven In the same way that sound waves let you listen to music And macroevolution is the system
comes to graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires four warning shots into
shotgun Am I just seeing things? No. Is your mother a soggy ho? I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
s so fine I pull spines out the back In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire Barb wire around
tough guy man handle you I came into this bitch my style hardcore Then I heard a hater say he ain't fire no more! What?! That was me standin on your