Lyrics:
Freedom of Speech
A couple hundred years ago
Between two countries on this earth
Men fought and died to protect what shes worth
Now shes not
and there is grass enough.” Anu, the god, sent the Bull of Heaven down on to the earth; with his first snort, cracks opened in the earth and a hundred young
old men?
Still young but I been out from '010
Told them, "Don't get comfy in Golborne"
They didn't listen we caught 'em and showed 'em
I took their
But since Stefan failed his word and let Draculs enemys come from every side
Dracu has no choise but with his two hundred men into death ride
But since Stefan failed his word and let Draculs enemies come from every side
Dracu has no choice but with his two hundred men into death ride
Im a hundred men in one: Cali Centipede
Leave em all speckled and checkered in blood till they finally king me
Till they finally bring me to the gates
Hypnotic shaman
Black tantric hold
A weaver of words
Twister of souls
I see a hole in Men
A hunger that cannot be fed
Drive at a hundred and ten
[Men]
In sixteen hundred seven
We sail the open sea
For glory, God, and gold
And The Virginia Company
For the New World is like heaven
And we'll all
cent your boy be hated by many men
Swinging for the fence you disrespect I'm swinging for the chin
Hold up do you see him wait I think Lyric coming
I'm buss down normally
Bought the Hub for five grand years back
Now I want the RM
that's a hundred and forty G's
I've got a bad bitch in
Coleshill
lost my temper, I don't know what got in me
You know I'm probably by myself, wasn't no assembly
I'm a North Philly nigga, I blow a hundred, don't tempt
The conqueror bent on conquest
The red horse is given a sword
Taking peace from the world, slayer of men
The black horse is given a scale
The deliverer bringing
underground, protected from the firey cold
Swallowed by the landscape, lost a hundred times
Could it be that God is seeking payment for our crimes
Raping anger
I don’t understand why people talk so much
talk beside your mouth
always with your nose up in my business
people mind your own
let us put aside
Everybody yeah! Ya know it's Bustacrime men
Everybody heard about us come on
Everybody heard about us
Everybody heard about us
Even if we curse
They came across the border in the middle of the night
It was much much worse in the cold daylight
There's hundreds of tanks and thousands of men
four hundred
Years ago, but does this do anything to reverse it's effect?
No one with the intellegence will deny that a great atrocity was committed
Walker of worlds
Filled with men
Celtic tradition
Human forms will burn
Grotesque male formed starue
Structured maze of wood
Hundreds die by fire
Parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin
Runnin with them wild niggas that
Was scorin on Fordham these fifty bags
Give me a hundred for
Wait at the car open my door
Some gesture that men used to do
On your skin as usual
Only first rate material
How can rebels be so kind and virtuous
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