that will probably make ya skin fall off Motherfucker this is Horsemen Talk {*echoes*} [Outro: Movie Sample] I remember the first war The way the sky
Keep on knowin' what you know End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains [Masta Killa] Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper Caught a few stings
, man in machine Now from round one, mayor style sum I won't stop the war till y'all drown in my drum You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre And
Yeah, tired of all this shit God Channel you wanna come out? Niggas betta respect this shit I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin' real lame Same
my feet I'm really tryna make this situation very clear Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear Now we can handle this confertation, any way you
's church choir The death stalker, New York trendtogrophy The G O D, 120 degree geography The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish Black art of war
't let hate and paralysis, take control I pick you up when you down 'til I can't no mo' My name's sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my
lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this
are to stay alive Then see the peace in every eye She had two babies, one was six months, one was three In the war of '44 Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging
eve, tonight's underway But tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day 'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams An undone war still wages and stings
swishin' Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin' this
" This is now wooden leather Trouble in my life got me hollerin baby We be at 'em poor so I'm goin crazy Anthrax on letters, little daddy just paged me War
Yeah, this that brand new rebel I.N.S Back on the set, this shit is off the dial Shaolin style, better hold on to something Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what, hit
larry holmes Through the valley of kings, you catch the killa bee sting Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the arch bishop Defyin me is like startin rap world war
What you won't do I be Wayne Wayne Wayne From C-M-B fifty shots Slang flang flang From artillery But look they sting sting sting Burn like rubber
first impressions of the next day: a hornet repeating its sting. worn out, woke up. pull out, pull up you think... is it always gonna end this way
like pencil Peeped me once, saw me again, got your pistol I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple Son, hold my A V, let me rock this nobody
This album right here This is the Yin and the Yang So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it You gonna hear a lot of profanity You might hear