still. In my hour of need.(3x) Try to find my place, Sometimes I get so near. I journey aimless days But always end up here. In my hour of need.(
but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders No need
we will, we will rock you [x2] The minute of the second the minute and the hour The two cool brothers who are pushin much power You know we never miss cause we sound
cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed I can't cross what a nigga need with greed So I sit with Walley, and make
million miles an hour just put your foot to the floor, c'mon and feel the power I know exactly what I'm after I know exactly what I need I need the speed
"Cmon man, sing for christ sakes" (APATHY SINGS IN AUTOTUNE) I said... it sound like robot going through puberty im in love with shoes, nikes hour
freezing. I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow. A late start but we can still catch up, you need to
all depends on where you come from Surroundings are gonna dictate the needs I'm out, I wanna live around lakes and trees And I'll be back when its happy hour
hour Thought I was fair like I was a coward When you hit the streets and you felt this power Of the thang I swang, thangs won't change And I need that
system operator paging system operator guess i started to need some kind of guidance wasn't getting a hold somone who could teach me to fake the sound
No birds are singing No sound of the trees The growing darkness all around me Third immortal The lord and the sword Do I have to ride There are others in need
killing prophets seers and sages Watchin all opponent stages, piece by piece right through the ages Greatest minds locked up in cages, now you gotta flip on paging Need
be sleeping But it's too soon to tell If I'll fly out tomorrow If I'll see her tomorrow I hope that I will There's no place like alone There's no sound
in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady
everyboody's givin metal up And you wonder: is it metal or thunder? It's the sounds of down under And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground The sound
