hanging on the wheel creatures of the evil time will lead 'em back to Hell they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead
Traduzione: Time Machine. Army Of The Dead.
ain't no army that can strike back If hip-hop is dead then Demoz will bring it right back It's like that, you know it's like that There ain't an army
's just like breathin' The departed Hip-Hop artist regardin' the condition of the carnage Dead farmers I already saw it Back to the army, back to pituitary
Heroes in tears [4 times] [VI) Destiny Revealed] Now my destiny is revealed I'm a fate's soldier to eternal war The gates of time will spread open
Akbar, everybody just be calm That's the word passed down from the Emonh It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong It's only measure, the time, the God
the crowd and spoke 'It's so enlightened to be mentally redeemed' he said I'm like 'what happened' he said 'Look all the machines are dead' Conscience
so straight and me so bent? -- Dead Cops Watcha gonna do The Mafia in blue Huntin' for queers Niggers and you Dead cops Time for a switch Army of the rich Macho
and I represent like it's my first time rapping What's the deal, keep it real and then real The ill nigga feel, the blood spills on my army pantses Buckin
the dead" oh, oh, "here comes the dead" oh, oh, "here comes the dead" oh, oh, "here comes the dead" "here comes the dead" "here comes the dead" "here
to the bloodthirsty dance The psychoclown shievers in the delirious trance Everything that belongs to you - dead All things that you have - bad The machine
[Necro] Err my castration hand is steady So bitch are you ready, to get your dick chopped off with a machete When it comes to inflicting pain I'm creative
t) like Angeles You ain't brick, or stucco, or paper machete Whatever you got, get taken away, YOU'RE BAKIN TODAY Trust that, it's time to crush cats,
just hard truth and rough raps Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin See the army
and tell him he is done Leave a message on his answering machine Telling him there are none God and I are one Times moon times star times sun The factor
in some stupid war The leadres get fat while good men die because nationalism's a fucking lie the war machines they think they need are never enough to fuel their greed conquering armies
millinos screaming souls the battle is over the angels rejoice and rest a new day now can be dawning upon the city of decay The Army of the Dead is
