Lyrics:
The Clash Cool Out The

(The Clash) (Instrumental)

: (The Clash) (Instrumental)

part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here

more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin' in

Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's rowdy Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker Since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks

jet like a Concorde, swoop through the air Then I land in my van, I'm cool And I still stand with the Uganda youths All the poor kids out in Moscow that

motionless Compassionate emotions stick when your motion shifts And I don't trust my TV news caster My world flips likes a 3D view master Look out the

sitting at the their rainbows ending rocks garbage bag liners with out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) patched for boredom crafts a castle out

dollars We are what we are Musical contrast, sound clash, bomb blast We are what we are Musical contrast, sound clash, bomb blast We are what we are Musical contrast, sound clash