Lyrics:
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore
Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too, you drunk motherfucker?
(Rebel flag) In your schools
(Rebel flag) In your parks
(Rebel flag
shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war
We trying to serve motherfucking 8 balls
Til’ we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your
The drum goes forth
He's got his flag unfurled or something
The drum won't stop
The drum's a menace to the public
Hold your drum high
The drum is
The drum goes forth
He's got his flag unfurled or something
The drum won't stop
The drum's a menace to the public
Hold your drum high
The drum is
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
BURN THE CROSS
FEEL SLOW DEATH
THROUGH YOUR EYES
GROWING UP
WHOM WILL YOU CALL?
PREACHER’S LIES
DROPPED BY LAND
NO MORE DEAD
OF HIS SLAY
RUN AND SAVE
[Chuck D]
Damn back again up on track again
Some of why'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites
or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's Domain
upset? You were dead to me 'fore you died
Me? Tear no shed
Should I have made a mural at your funeral?
Had your coffin draped with a hero's flag?
Where
all should abide by
Big man said there was a code
By which we should live and we should die by
Beat shakin' like flour in paper bags
See 'em
Strawbs - The Young Pretender
Bring out your dead
The captain said
With no sense of remorse
The battle is not over
We must make a show of force
And the bridge of death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost
I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In
bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (mhm)
Don't do no missin' with these K's, and that's on Dave
live on the edge, I sit on the ledge
To shit on your heads, I been on the bench
Forgive and forget is the only thing I'd ever live to regret
Hell bent
fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I be
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
Your rebuttal a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
'Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're loved
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