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Inside the dance of white domain 

Wheels turning round will feed the ground 
And women carry by their children with no life 
To future days belong
and skyscraper meet
Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street
Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt
Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat
We are the Warriors of the Sun 
We are the Warriors of the Sun 
If it's true about no more water but the fire next time 
Will the children
(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski)

He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave
We, we are the champions, we can't stop
Cause you just can't keep them
Ruff Ryders down, down, down

By any means necessary, I'mma hold down
The power men feel to kill with their hands

After the war I come home weak and sore
I fall into your arms
We lie by the fire
You feed my desire with me
that she barely knows
While the father on the barstool, dropped off by his carpool, is playing a familiar role:
I used to be a conquering king. I
See everybody that´s existing
Got a mind of their own
We´re all Kings and Queens
With a throne of our own
Tryin to raise a family
Is an empty
off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any
me to follow their path to the afterlife

I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by

New metaphors
The morgue route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's
me to follow their path to the afterlife

I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by

New metaphors
off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any
off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any
You see it dominate the six o'clock news
It's on the cover of your magazines
The television is a horror show
The paper reads like something by
"Am I a good man? ..."

Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green, from countin' the ones
Memorized by
On the day my grandma died
Fuckin' lesbian

For fifteen cents a
Day you can feed an African
They eat pennies

Old peoples' skin sags
Because it's being
arthritis of king Midas
Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous
I survived disease and political crisis
By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless
feeds you
He's grieved to the heart, bone, and the marrow
All because God gets more respect from the sparrow
Jesus died for men, but who wants to live