We don?t want to feel feverish We know we stay humans Here in my heart! Right in my head! Ready to start! Punk Rock in my veins! Our music is
back and feel, this explosive dose A lyrical hypnosis, is what I put you in And time and time again, I do damage with a pen A lyrical time bomb, and
I looked on my head Silence was louder than a bomb The parts wouldn't fit They never would I held my breath, didn't know I'm the tyrant in my mind Yeah
And the chow shall feed them The return of Fernandomania And the chow shall feed them And the chow shall feed them The return of Fernandomania [Verse 1] My
for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [E.D.I. Amin] War Time War Time, it's either
fat money bags of cash, and masses Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules. Time is facing, and in this where all my thoughts "Where all
out, never that They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh) Upon my secret arrival Two glock four-fives, time for survival Death to my
be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night
fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my
wit me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you
inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like
that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my
home) Ha ha [Verse 1: Tupac] After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my
inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a
the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my