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Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Huh! Hey yo, so check this out Yeah! Know your enemy! Come on! Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, that's with As we move into '92 Still in
jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my fa
third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A Silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eyes on
on! Uggh! Come on, although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'l
that shit in! Uggh! Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out...uggh! In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us Teaches us to read and right So called facts are fraud They want us to a
rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein' what's at stake Action for reaction If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state Ge
wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha f*** off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains dr
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-1, 2, 3... Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm in
time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was red That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head Blasted th
Check it...uggh! Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak the sounds But speak in s
Pull, pull Wuh! Come on! Uggh! Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list Al live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on! The militant poet in once again, check i
in the name of! Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Huh!
not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that
walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge The shelter line stretchin' around the corner Welcome to the New World Order Fami
night, backstage at Irving Plaza at a Madball show [Lars:] Hey yo Ill Bill - will you sign this for me? I found it at Amoeba it's the Green CD [Bill:] No doubt kid, what's your name? [Lars:] It's MC Lars [Bill:] Word, Howie Abrams is a mutual friend
m just and ageing drummer boy And in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune To many a torture session Now they say I am a war criminal And I'm fading away Father please her my confession I have legalised robbery Called it a belief I have
ist Hamburg Das ist die Disco Ich sag sie wollen es fresh und so richtig funky Ey das mach ich doch mit links wie Ypsilanti Denn niemand ist funky wie wir Ich sag niemand ist so funky wie wir Glaub mir Ladys Ich sag niemand ist funky wie wir Ich
m the rush of a bleeding heart I'm the bruise of a rough start I'm the dust that ignites the spark Oh, man, I was dark They say that I'm blue like a night sky That I'm too weird to live, Too rare to die I tried to blow my mind a million times But I got a light
INTRO) Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me MACHINE GUN KELLY: Uh, its jus
Uh Cmon check it Through Steel walls Your voice blastin on True rebel, my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path To trample the fascists on At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing mach
ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's got everyone's eyes In every home there's a sickening Distress Of rolm that film she's a precious,
no card so I got no soul, life is prison no Parole, no control Tha jura got my number on a wire tap, 'cause I Jack for similac, f*** a cadillac Survive one motive no hope 'cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes I know my deadline sire, it'
s a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care makes me want to say It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be ali
microphone explode, shattering The molds Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha F*** off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha Bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this A co-opt Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of Tha power dons
Ch) turn on tha radio, nah f*** it Turn it off, fear is your only God On tha radio, na f*** it, turn it off Turn on tha radio, nah f*** it Turn it off, fear is your only God On tha radio, nah f*** it Your savior's my guillotine, crosses A
tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me it's only natural You just need the proof D
spit is worth more than her work Pass tha purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter He bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin' And now he's the champion Hey revolver, don't mothers make Good fathers ? Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's
sistas are in so check tha front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of Mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell Block I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me Wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy fo
ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
understand your every fear Your every pain your every tear With every struggle you conquer Turn heart to steel And will to iron You want more? You´ll get it Determined, ferocious Grit down and bite the bullet Dare to unbind Smash and rede
on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around i'm a real low mind See a pretty thing in a wall See a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah deep in the night I'm lost
grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be f***ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f***ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be f***ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f***ing with mine I was
I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighti
official that come in Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fist Rise through tha jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes for
grand; my design All vast and divine Becoming my masterpiece A carnal creation A full-blown elation My chores now commence with ease Bring metal and tubes! Bring blood as lube! Gather all parts and flesh My monster to be Will change history The bastard son
hills find peace Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates, guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin Where death lives on Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate Where burning batons beat the
fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man Bu
the funk blast (whispered) Feel the funk blast (whispered) Well feel the funk blast Well feel the funk blast Well feel the funk blast Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo I be walkin god like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like
this bolo tight on this solo flight Can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha Family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha War at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop Zone The clockers born startin' at an
Third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No Shelter, if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras ey
Freeze & Senen Reyes Cypress Hill Musik Hey don't miss out on what you're passing, you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah, eluder of the f***ed up style's that get wicked so come on as I start to kick it, cause we're like outlaws
m gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child, Hot, sweet, and tight The girls can't stand it
sun ablaze as Marias foot Touches the surface of sand On Northern Land As human contraband Some Rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She stuffed ten to a truckbed She clutches her cross Here come tha exhaust And it rips through her lungs Shes
a minute now Ha Aha Cmon Wait a minute now Check To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l Never give up just live up Fed upon America I be spittin it up Rippin it up Even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top W
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!" They tried to
people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha ruins Through factory cha
1516 winds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're borders and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis So how you gonna get what you need ta get ? tha Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like T
this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they owe Apocalypse Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand Masterless Tha masked one cap one nafta commin' with tha New disaster And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin
mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the mas
mon! Go...go...go...ugh.. Go...go...go...go... Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...) Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...) Hey! (go...go...go...go...) Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...) C'mon (go...go...go...go...) Drop auto lo
is something nice and friendly, this is something nice and friendly, this is something nice and friendly, and it goes something like this. F*** the police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I´m brown, And not the other color so police think,
on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin? You know was s
matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient
off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cook back the sling To stone a settler and breaks him off clean Call me the upsetter Here come the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, tha pale
world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorr
movie ran through me The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me Im empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this u
we were young Once we were wild and free With grateful dreams in our hearts We captured the pleasures Left no stone unturned The world could be ours if we want Reach the sun Before the storm will come That’ll take away my last remains All by myself ‘til the clock strikes t
of the tides breaking the hush, far in the distance it's heard. Watery eyes, feelings disturbed face the troubled waters. Soaking the earth, kissing the sand, your feelings seem to overflow. Running in streams, out of control. A wave is on its way, it
the ghosts of everafter Yell of anger Ring of laughter Don’t go gently into the night Rage against the dying of the
How many times I have to say I'll never follow your traces Accept the truth, I'm gonna realize I'm gonna do it before it's too late Don't waste your time Your paradise is waiting Remember your heart is your guide There is no wisdom The world is full of freaks And against yo
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