Lyrics:
To an acropolis, twelve armageddon acropolis
No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum
The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin for em
A holy war with
heard
He had legion follow him down on white horses
Scared
We're taken by alien forces
Oh my God it's armageddon
Angels standing right on the sun
Saw
the zero hour
As the filthy masses rise.
The world will be debased and scoured
As the losers claim their prize.
Armageddon calls
Let the order be replaced
a battle verse then informed the war was over
But that just means the cold war begins
So I stack the artillery the battle is within
I prepare for the day
tell me what do you think about?
I'm tired of wars
It only leaveas sores
That's enough for me
End this fucking
I'm tired of so many deaths
I wanna see
a way to retire
Watermelon's sellin but the seeds are black
I don't spit em out, I plant em so they come back
Music of soul cause my lyrics are funky
There has been a war in Tahiti
All that stands now is the music
So let the music play
Let it play by the old man
Who plays banjo
in his cupboard
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Broken bone and liar's lead
Caught off guard and left for dead
Luck keeps turning as the light begins to dull
And by healing hands I'm saved
Pulled
of the Armageddon three sixes
People reverse the system politics verse religion
Holy war muslim verse christians
Niggaz in high places they don't have the balls
signs of the Armageddon three sixes
People reverse the system politics verse religion
Holy war muslim verse christians
Niggaz in high places they
the burden left at the feet of our daughters?
When is it enough?
For this greasy Machine
We habitually feed
As it constantly runs over us
Look at the wars that
At last! By the machinations of my clone, I am free from the shackles of frozen slumber! After countless aeons of scheming across multiple dimensions,
by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
destroyed
Everyone of them is ready to die
They are ready for armageddon war
The kingdom of God against the underworld
They are ready for armageddon war
at
Get that up, little homie don't need that
I forgot my head, skip to my lou bitch
I jumped off the ledge
I like to geek by myself, this is no cry for
a chump
Timberland trample you, we sip Remmy, ma
Every day I dey work on my music
Many guys dem dey see me dem dey feel me
When I walk by dem wanna see me
to the essence
Street wise, thirty six waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
Detour, poverty's on, police war
Grown
of flavors
Turn up, the music screamin' fuck the neighbors
I'm a hype individual, you think I'm bout to seize
A wild motherfucker doin' as I damn please
I go
on mine
Outlawz my spine, it ain't hard to find
But get ya and lay low
And get ya piece by the dough
I keep my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so
I keep
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
prophet
Don't need a holy war
Don't need another D-day
To even up the score
I'm cursed with living on a goldmine
The doomsday clock was built by
waters in motion, the tide was coming in heavy
I always knew I was chosen to handle whatever chose me
Picking all of my poisons, abandoning my emotions
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