Lyrics:
What have we done
We are the gods that rise above
We are the holy techno cult
Worship the chosen ones
You sorry state of man
As we leave this
in a manger within
On this marvelous night
And at the very same time
Came shepherds from their fields
With their flocks behind
They were told by
spite headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)
The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up
Crucified with my
grave for the birth of plague
Burial of ideal with war and blood
Worms from graves shall be born by flood
Spoken words of the final war at hand
Mouth
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns
mannerisms
Treated different from the date of birth
Raised as men's servants who should never
Question their own sense of worth
Conditioning children with
with one of my serving men
So lately returned from Spain?"
"No it wasn't a lord, a duke, or knight
Or a man of birth and fame
It was with Willie
The question that is on man's mind since the beginning of time is
"Where do we come from, where do we go?"
Well, let me tell you a story which took
A reformed Chola Loca
Working on her PhD, like "You think I'm plain?
Man I'm from HP homie, by way of Acapulco!"
Could crush someone lesser, elementary
since I climbed out the cunt on my birth date
Now matter how bad you get me I'm getting back in the worst way
Nothing to remember you by just another
the birth canal
And now I got the flav to make the crowd go wild
Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me kick it
I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl from my
Death is not End,
Birth is not Beginning,
Mi ah tell You now My Friend.
We all Born from somewhere Forever Within... Man come as a Winner from Way Back
gave birth to the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
Hazy turn from self-reflective
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
loves you to death won’t let no trouble come your way
Oh, can’t forget my man
Man, are you blind?
Just look in your mothers eyes
And then I said who went through the pain
And smiled through the tears on the day of your birth
is drippin be
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
heard a choir sing,
The music seemed to come from afar.
Hark now hear the angels sing,
A new King born today,
And man will live for evermore,
Because
the charge
Going hard will get you two shots now I'm facing the charge
Fire up the la let's go take a ride
They might catch you by surprise if you let 'em
200 bars, SBTV, exclusive, listen
Guess who's back from the land of the nomads
Land of the scallywags, land of the toerags
Land where they don't
The immature masculine
The insecure masculine
The juvenile masculine
The image of a fully grown man being ran by a child psychology
A self-concept of superiority
See I was born to two immigrants,
So at birth I had my lost innocence
A target out the womb with this melanated inheritance
Or maybe not exactly,
Failures follow one another
And the clock continues to turn
The madness of a man
Blinded by his creation
The nuclear age
Was born from our ambitions
Your
(And the meaning of Cain is possession)
I was saying the other day like
I don't know none of my people's just dying
From natural causes, you
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