of girls to speak to Anger and passion permanent temper tantrum S & M rocks the spot that's the anthem Supposed to fall back into depression but i
it swerved and curved Made a niggaz dream but his hope deferred then stirred Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic's and Number 2 pencils My credentials blow on instrumentals I write an anthem
Them winners who tread The battle field Grow deaf by horrifying anthem Of human moans that has begun The sharpened oil soaked stakes Are begin occupied
days That a plain, poor man Got sick of his yoke Of condemned soil And foreign empires hungry purse Time to replace Pitchfork with sword And sound the anthem
This is a national anthem from the flip-side of the Empire Hand on my heart, heart on the sleeve of the constitution Sinking right into a mirror, leaving
This is a national anthem From the flip-side of the empire Hand on my heart, Heart on the sleeve of the constitution Sinking right into a mirror, Leaving
's why an 'Appetite For Destruction' lives inside of me I'm not your typical lyricist Strippin' naked an' sellin' on appearances This is for those who came to tackle giants This is the anthem
this for all my Mobb niggas right here You know(gangsta shit! nigga gangsta shit!) The whole family This our shit right here, this our new anthem man
era, I reign with terror When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them So let's all sing the big daddy anthem
pages of the law, good lord The cold continent latch key child Ran away one day and started acting foul King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud Cause the roman empire
throughout our empire we're not afraid to show some affection everybody together with no separation cos this is our anthem this is our anthem this is our anthem our anthem this is our anthem
virginborn At the behest of their death Enraged in hate Wreaking havoc In the name of sheol Defeating whatever may stand in our way Our diabolical anthem
(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) This is a national anthem From the flip-side of the empire Hand on my heart Heart on the sleeve of the constitution Sinking right
part that was urban. "They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch. "They're raising their families! They're going to church! They're leading the world, and their empire
a plain, poor man got sick of his yoke of condemned soil And a foreign empires hungry purse Time to replace the pitchfork with the sword And sound the anthem
Awake again, the lurking beasts of chaos. Demonic spectres; chilling winds rise from the netherworld. Anthems of damnation, whispers through the air.