Lyrics:
to carry them
Into the future where they say we don't belong
If we only got along eight billion strong
We can right the wrong and fight them all
It wouldn't
that you still have balls
Challenge me I will challenge you
Is this enough or just wrong
To make the people wake up
From the mass psychosis
The fire in my hate will start to grow
Circle and strike
The fight growing fear
The hands of mankind
The war is clear
The end of us all
Will end in this
DON’T BELIEVE A WORD YOUR SAYING
GOT NEWS FOR YOU
IT’S GOOD TO BE SAFE DON’T YOU LIE TO ME
GOT NEWS FOR YOU
I’LL FIGHT YOU TIL THE END YOU’LL LOOSE
by another night,
Another fight by himself in the corner of his mind
Beats himself to death with the words of his past
And his present aint pretty
build
Dagger kill
God of truth
Shatter skill
Delight when the dry bones breath
Fight with the light make the cyclones wheeze
Drive from a new heart Christ
molded Me to a different beast
I was surrounded by dealers and fiends
F- do you mean
Music the way I find my peace
You don't bleed how I bleed
But f- it
Check my pockets, I see dead people, got a sixth sense
Money better than my old clique, got no missed friends
Always got me looking mad and keeping
Fist balled
Fitting all cause
Stressed by the patience
I waited
Stayed so latent with the shit
Pit dripped
Ill, sick
Twisted but that's in irrelevance
I speak white when I trash about the city mass like I'm a TV telecast
Watch the forecast, as I flip it a round, I make the force become task
Right in
drive it is finished,
If you don’t know me by now, it’ll get clearer in a minute.
GOD to the Stat giving you infinite wisdom,
Don’t get caught in
Fight till the end we will die by the sword
Fight on in foreign fields of mass destruction
Stand as one, no man left behind
Our final victory,
Sometimes the depression comes back quick I gotta fight that
Mental health a constant battle dark thoughts like to fight back
I been making changes
Fist balled
Fitting all cause
Stressed by the patience
I waited
Stayed
So latent wit the shit
Pit dripped
I’ll sick
Twisted but that's in
All mass movements now seem in vain And you're saying take it easy? Take it from me white is in peace For colored dreams are sold by piece That
yard. Felons hopping the fence hide in
pitch black dark. Nobody asked me for passports
at the border. No backcourt violation. No bad sports-
manship.
mass, got booked in Dallas, they wanna extradite me
She wanna be my bitch now, when i was locked down she aint never write me
Trifling, fuck it i been
accumulating cuts and scars
Behind bars
What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared
By couldn't squeal, I's like officer that nigga right
wit ya success and yet stay true!
It's only me and you homie yeah
I'm all by myself!
Stormy winds harder than I've ever dealt!
Na I don't give a damn
to get to know me
No I cant be your homey
cnd phoney mother fuckers
Trying to blow me
Ladies if you love me
You should show me
Lets cuddle and get cozy
parents
To open Christmas presents
You mustn't need your presence
Stuck in a boring mass
To kiss the priest's horny ass
It's simple for me to assess
parents
To open your Christmas presents
You mustn't need your presence
Stuck in a boring mass
To kiss the priest's horny ass
It's simple for me to assess
this, what's all of this
You might as well un-ball your fist
You think the real niggaz fight with fists?
Let me be the first to tell you that it's all
hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
frightening force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant porpoise
Rising out of the angry sea,
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