wrong Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new Catch five rings, then an answering machine
We move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons Employ those firing We're dying While the puppet master's jerking strings smiling we're fighting In the street ring
Got my breath turned off Machine gun Biscuits and gravy And nowhere to run I got my ring of fire Black cold pearl Got my monster maker Holdin?
is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale Or the one who fights the fires, the one
of the new machine What of the children? We are the children of the new machine The machine, the machine The machine, the machine The machine, the machine
stolen ring So the odd discomfort shawl, drapes it across his bony wings As the loss of honest vision seers, pioneers and double dares Set your clothes on fire
pop machine Noticin' these cats, had the Bling Bling They wouldn't be talkin' if they did it, it could be they team A week ago neither one of these niggaz had a ring
fake-ass answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine ( *dial tone* ) [ verse 1: spice 1 ] Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-
The lingering sound of dreams in harsh reality Turn over a new leaf Ardently desired and forever (Shine) It fired his imagination so far And he gave rise to hope (Shine) This true ring
that make my life taste good Hot tubs, cross bows, setting forest fires Styrofoam, TV, Slashing all your tires liquor, Ding dong, pawning mommy's ring
how he liked, It made him feel a little mysterious 'til trudy said "david honey, what about us? " So he thought about them and those shots ringing
said him youths can't talk Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! [police sirens] [machine gun fire] [La the Darkman] Darkman,
i sat there for hours waiting on the curb thinking you might like a flower from a pretty girl a ring around the waitress from the verse a ring of fire
but ain't provin' a thang I'm still doin' my thang, go head, bells they still ring Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame Step in the ring and
the same Starting to say his name, and claim privileges As if they found HIM! The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship Rings of fire
smithereens Oh, and the ones we choose Oh, witch hunting fools I feel the fire Look there, it is in the news again, yeah There it goes singing the blues again Fire flare alight inside me Fire
met that never had a hit Said, ?You don't gotta be loud, son, to be heavy as shit? Well, I'm the triggerman, baby, tonight I'll prove That this machine
by the arcade And the burglar alarms been disconnected And the newsmen start to rattle And the cops are telling jokes About some whorehouse in Seattle And the fire