Translation: Conflict. Great What?.
great Wars are fixed by people who surround themselves with hate Great Britain thinks it leads the world so civilised, pure and free Great Britain doesn't lead fuck all, Great
consideration how much it mean what I'm saying If when I say what I mean Even when I'm surrounded by the fakers From one of the greatest sinners Blessed
be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need
you rappers, fuck the industry Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me This is the Pendemic, yo Yeah, we get it poppin', them hammers go, the Spanish bro 'Crucial Conflict
, And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done. * Refrain: Count your blessings, name them one by one, Count your blessings, see what
has got to be the final conflict Bestowed upon humanity So much for a global coalition A false sense of security We are just pawns in the scheme of things No matter what
knowledge, college is irrelevant My next move, to prove I'm smooth but still intelligent Expressin' the lesson with sheer precision First hear me out then make a decision On whether Everlast knows what
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed. Devoid of conviction, conflicted, annoyed. Kicked at and worn down. 6 6 6. Beat. Looking for the next
me, three times Give it to me four times Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number One more time 5447 what's my number? what
say can you say what you mean And can you mean what you mean what you say? Can you say what you mean And can you mean what you mean what you say? Can
that's free No purpose, no will, shells of what once was ours Ever fear and ever dread faceless, lifeless drone I was A burden, great, has brought
the great abyss of time All the bleedin', all the hate, just one blink of an eye All the conflicts, it visits dire pain on human life Are we missing what
can't side me. The British Empire isn't what It used to be, mate And It's a bit too late to try and make It great So what's the point In fighting out
leave dem eant to conflict with dem Mi bun dem out from early and just clear mi conscience Caan sell mi out fi not a red scent Righteousness is what
which permeated the sidereal fabric of the cosmos. The translation of the Mars icosaherdon also hinted disturbingly at a great pangalactic conflict
got you locked in [Chorus] Cult leader! "And everywhere, his words are greated with enthusiasm." Cult leader! "His listeners have found a personal revelation in what
resist the hand of fate We wage a war Which can't be won Apocalyptic suicide What have we done? Fire One day a great fire shall come Rain A cleansing
