through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your
we're gonna tear your kingdom down) {*gunshots*} Ah, Johnny, yo, got shot, my baby, Johnny {*gunshots*} (Freedom, we're gonna tear your kingdom down)
flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast Your whole life is a beat The cries of a baby Soothes, the baby sleeps The mirrors and expressions of your
's free, it's fun. So take me to your leader, son. Take me to your leader, son. Take me to your leader, son. Take me to your leader, son. Hold the milk
Bloody Sunday How long... How long must we sing this song? How long? How long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight... Wipe your tears away Wipe your tears away Wipe your
what have I got A monopoly or misery, I guess that's my lot Ten years of eating bullshit leaves, it's taste in your mouth And I think the time has come
written on your grave The bell summon its slaves to mass In the darkest hour To devour the body of Christ The blood feast shall increase their power
these streets some praise I know they raised me right Jesus Christ, if my life turns upside-down I'll sit beside you in your kingdom with your angels 'round Hear the sound of your
boo-hoo Fake-ass tattooed havin Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has been For me to try and, stay out it But they just won't quit runnin their
full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your
it Sell some to your man or smoke for free kid Roll it up, and begin seasonin' Then you sit down, and begin seein' shit In your body, Blackwoods, a Phillie
your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in I have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in I have
hoe bitch Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say Mane fuck that shit Suckers fill my atmosphere Hoe you should know open your ear Groupie
life's reality Through choosing Christ's spirit we're free If you can find heaven on this earthly plane Your soul is mature, may fly home again Your task is complete, your
love be sprinklin' We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinklin' Allah's the most gracious, He made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places but
Decapitation of the weak - cease to exist! Evil hordes, cutting off your heads While vultures devour your putrid bodies The time has come for your "Saviour
of YOUR BODY AND YOU CRY OUT Thrown into CONVULSIONS YOUR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SEARCHING for something SACRED YOU LOOK but all YOU FIND Is just an IMITATION ... YOUR GOD HAS
is Who's body hung lifeless but today is the reason why mine lives Who he is is not just your cuss word Who he is not just your homeboy on your t-shirt