Lyrics:
Fred Durst:
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
We got human beings using humans for a bomb
But everyone wanna live
Don't nobody really
Imma live a life of luxury because I know the recipe
And they ain’t messin with me because, they don’t want no problems
You know you don’t want no
Backed by the weapons of hell.
Is there no end to all this madness?
Is there no hope for us at all?
Shadows of the past,
Victims of the future.
How
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
Be Sig' Fred Kruger niggas
Nightmare (?) nigga
You scared 'cause I grew with Jigga
He
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin' everyday I'm in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together we gotta fight for life
Fred Durst:
Somebody
a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
Be -Sig' Fred
so we equally appointed
First four hundred years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions,
Never been swayed by color or skin shades
Since day one, Hellraiser with twin blades of a sensei
Givin' up, no comprende (woo)
Tin brain, probably
by it
I now live my life on a sin free diet, just try it
Some cats are thinking yes Nobl1 this is easier said than done
Well I'm here to let you know
I'm from the pit of all of this
Geometric story tellin'
Another star died
Pullin' prints from out the archives
Modified by the culture
Vultures that
Stand by to switch on
We fire out all pistons
We're singing along
But no one is listening
From dusk until dawn
We stay up to carry the flame
Like heaven smooth skin
Your hair in the wind
That lives in those hills
That switch all in your weapons
That sexy way you talk girl
Like a Da Vinci
No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper
I'm all in my feelings right now But what a privilege
God with us
Do right, don't fight or try to squall with us
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
And that's fact, truth mane
The Gospel
Sittin'
by his sword
Till he died
Mighty war god fight 'til death
Hunt the people let no one rest
Show your planet who is the lord
Take the weapons made
no future
left for no one
Twenty years till we drain
and live empty of live the ocean
Funded for the request
by the point one percent
we're
I spend bands on greens cause ima pothead
If I ever put him in a doobie he gone drop dead
You ain't got no opps you tryna act scary
Beef must be
We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the lowlands
St. John's, Newfoundland|And good old Sally was a waitin' and I took he by the little white hand|She shook her little head and said no way Fred|I won't
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go
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