blazin' angel, known for raisin hell, And we don't plan on changin'. [Chorus:] New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds. Organized, don't kill without
or a gem, or holdin the grim Still shootin two in ya men If you think the world's greatest can't do it again [Chorus](4x) There's a cold, cold feeling
of Islam, with suede timbs on Extremely hostile Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits an' night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob, shittin' on niggas Drawn to a hideous form with horns
prostitution, turned it into an institution Well be far be it from me, to advertise my enterprise All I'm sayin man, my street shit is organized I got
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow
Guilty undertaker sighs Lonesome organ grinder cries Silver saxophone says That I should wait for you The crack bells and the washed out horns Blowing
same system from slave trade to world trade organization. Sex trade in this great globalization ? on the new liberal pedestal. See the whole pitiful, shitty old ? really though: Who killed it yo!? Chorus
I answer for that Apologize to my fam I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs
priests slack, slapped with parental advisory warnings I'll be auditioning God's in my office on Monday morning [Chorus: Various Samples & Aesop Rock] (Yeah!) [Scratched throughout chorus
or a gem, or holdin the grim Still shootin two in ya men If you think the world's greatest can't do it again [Chorus x4] There's a cold, cold feeling
reason Tech Nina can comfortably say "Night, night" Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, listen, and learn. I like [Chorus
Tech Nina can comfortably say "Night, night" Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, listen, and learn. I like [Chorus