Lyrics:
People tell us that we play to loud
But they don't know what our music's about
We never listen to the record company man
They try to change us
People tell us that we play too loud
But they don't know what our music's about
We never listen to the record company man
They try to change us
In the back of a record rack
There's an old double pack.
Twelve inches and black,
With an old crumpled cover,
But every track is stacked.
got nothing
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them free
Set them
nothing
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them free
Set
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Get off my elevator!
(Security will escort you out the building)
Get off my elevator!
(That woman is very nosey)
I choose my subjects,
them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran
So trust me I'm gonna get you get you
Withut a record out shit go down don't it?
What ever go up, it gotta go down don't it?
Martha Stewart guilty
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them free
Set them
Too proud and then they're gone
And who was I to think I'd change at all
I've always been alone
And bet I often freedom and not a prisoner
got nothing
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them
Sonic temple
Danzig
Mountains of gore
Erased a mix tape
Me and jesse were on the floor
Obituary
Take me to the record store
Did you score?
Prisoner of my mind
(lyrics by Anthya)
I'm falling from a long night
every sound around me is so loud
I'll be waiting for the light, the sun
I'm
I remember my first record was a lesson learned in life
Bought from the boot of an escort back in 1985
Dad thought it was rock n roll but somehow
Where the bad hoes from Tokyo with they
Bape on and they hair short? (Carti)
But my money long, I don't say shit
I just pull up and they escort
prisoners of our thoughts
(You saved me from myself) don't spill my secret
Don't spill my secret
"Today a man was taken from his apartment at the New
prisoners of our thoughts
(You saved me from myself) don't spill my secret
Don't spill my secret
"Today a man was taken from his apartment at the New
bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
Ole Zeke use teeth as a gold tester
the others can't make no more
Runnin' out of beats breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin' out of rhymes
I improve, record don't have
Get off my elevator
(Security will escort you out the building)
Get off my elevator
(That woman is very nosey)
I choose my subjects, personal man,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
Tu peux m'croisser sur la croisette avec le crew
Entouré d'escort-girl j'ai l'habit du loup (boy)
Ice-cream Records c'est la passion pour les sous
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