Lyrics:
the shots hearing bodies hit the ground
Watching the top of the walls they shoot around
I am outnumbered flanked the background
Lob the grenade hear the hit
them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin', bombin' with heavy bombardments
Pushin' poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad, RZA track
"You and your race, get fucked".
The Irish hate the Irish;
It's Arab versus Jew;
You're cactus if you're Kurdish,
And by Christ I'm sick of you.
There's
grenades and shanks, automatic bullets, pray to the banks
Government emergency military sending in tanks
How did I get in this position?
I'm sick
grenades
Somebody's gonna die
With his cassocks an' his robes and his leather chaps
Covered by a plastic mack
He's sick he's insane
Holy hack jack's
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
goin by the hood an stick it to them hoes.
Tenants are livin on the card, them hoes,
City Bank Visa, but the card is stole,
Retail price, juss
There I was, just standing in your shadow,
Just standing in your pool of shade venere.
Here I am, still yellowed by the summer,
Still sufferin in
at the canvas with pistols is our focus, our pride
Give the soldiers the drugs and the children hand grenades
The smart kid, the art kid, let's hope he learns
to make a place for him. Since he's already loaded his canister, he hurries to the end of the street and gets hit by a grenade. All that's left of him is
wipe that â??who me?â?? look off of your face and concede our designs separated by nothing more than place and time. Different scenes, same crimes. Pray,
Yeah, uh, look
Failed missions had me by the wells wishing
First time she met her pops
Was on a jail visit intel visions
Young black males pitching
To gun them down, pick them off one by one.
Velvet rope antics, bullish romantics.
Scar themselves blind.
I should walk away, leave things undone.
It's
they rhyme
They hang around Flav’s neck
They all big-time
Mainstream’s encrypted with a virus
Hijacked like an oil tanker by Somali pirates
Adorn
Thousands of wounded, thousands of dead
Were pinned down by the machineguns
Millions of shells were fired had not done damage
But Vimy Ridge will be in
I got bitten by a radioactive bug
I tried an experimental drug
I went out for a stroll on a gamma testing range
I found an enchanted Uru cane
I made
bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
One crazed anarchist
He's ready to blow
Grenade in his pocket
And he's ready to throw
Finger on the trigger
And he's waiting to pull
It's
like me
I guess, I told you about myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no
myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no beef or peace
Everybody gotta eat
grenade
I've spiked the punch, a little too much
It tastes a bit rough,but it keeps you in touch
I'll never forget, the promise I made
Now have a taste
a fast pace
As I notice, and unfolded the years start to age
Reality'll hit you like a hand held grenade
Give me thanks to my earth, she knew when she
by execution
A savage of torture should've been kept in a instution
Been shot in the head I ain't go out like a sucka
But I still died went to hell
Goodbye
Watch me
Pass by
Keep up
Good try
I'm a misfit rebel on a rampage yeah
I'm blowing up the spot like im a hand grenade, blah
You look like a trophy
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