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Evil is but a word that was bourght
Upon man by the making of a god
Who never redeemed anyone
Not even his one and only son
Now watch him bleed

Open

This time I'm doing everything I tried to defy
But I see it before my eyes
This world won't change, neither will I
But how long can this fight go

I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade
Throw your hands in the air
While the music plays
Comin' live and direct from Dimension X
Where bitches

Planes is crashing, the city on fire
Buildings is burning, the babies is crying
Fathers is hugging they daughters and saying, "I love you"
While sons

Ifunanya
Ifunanya gi oh


Pray together
Fight together
We ride or die together
Laughs
By the grace of the Father
With joy on our faces
What love we share

a smack down century
Bloody pages from history
In the blink on eye old father time
Shouted whispers of eternity

Ok people try and follow me on this one.

free, want to be heard, but sometimes I start to trip
Pride is the devil, I stooped to his level, knowing I can't even handle this shit
I've worked day by

taste what it’s like to be free
I’m confined to a space big enough to fit a line of displays for me To slave over leaving my eyes a bit glazed over, I

emulated
Still accelerated through it
Line a sight and shoot it
I've always found my way all by followin' the music
Fuck a blueprint, this survival

The fathers of our land, its up to us
To keep trodding on
Eye, Eyoyoyoyo oh


Born Africana


One message from the land of the sun
Love and peace to all

eyes and try to pray to the Father
I don’t wanna be a bother, but the spirit inside is telling me to fight smarter, smarter (yea)
Lyrically I’m bringing

and trust me I'm no magician
It just confirmed that there's more than just the physics
I seen it with my 3rd eye and applied it to the scriptures
We tend

Ozy SDC
This one's for the fore-fathers
Classic

Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick
And its a crap scene the Naija version

you could stay on your toes in the place that the thorough live in
Remind me of Earl Simmons, not ever king could be perfect
But you pray for everybody,

Love Child

Lynda

Motor City Remix Project, Vol. 2

1997

You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never

No Borders, No Nations

The Bouncing Souls

Bouncing Souls/Anti-Flag

go ahead and kill themselves

I will not sign my blind faith away
To an unjustly leader of the unjust police state
Corporate masters live in their

These kids don't need guns these kids they need fathers
Seeds scholars who anti-freeze we cease dollars
Tease daughters new canned eye wheels are we

You scatter on us
Incarcerating our minds
Forgotten have we our dignity
And you expect us to be proud ?

Compelled to think your mind
And live by your

at goodbyes 
Is it weird my dawg feels low but he still gets high 
Is it weird I ask why and don't expect a reply 
Is it weird I see my father when I look in my

on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me

You Want To Control Men

To Prove Your Superiority

How By Slaughtering Husbands,

Fathers, Sons And Lovers...



Fearful Whispers, Eternal Whispers,

how long can you live life
and act like everything is alright
why do you try just to only get by
when you know that you're hurting inside
how long

everyday mon ball
Bad guy bere lowo Sumbo

Nothing mankind no go ever see
Even Jesus Christ hated by the pharisees
Critics go con go like the DRC
I just dey

went by and he be worse and worse
Like he was thrown in a curse I hoped that he would reverse
Then one day he asked me for a couple a bucks
He said he