We are moving out to meet the others They are always happy when they see you Making time like on the spot we borders (?) You can talk to them by speaking
tunnel we gon? fight We gon? charge, we gon? stomp, we gon? march through the swamp We gon? mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors Come
And your sword by your side We help you to survive, we will guide Now, together we'll fight. [Amardon:] We have the reason to fight. And defend what
me We heavyweights who phase ya like Ali did with Frasier We spit the most flava but musically we'll amaze ya We've been blessed and we've been gifted
we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral parlour, we
be wrought by our blades, decreed by the gods, Blessed by the blood of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons... LORD ANGSAAR, DARK LIEGE OF CHAOS: Come
shall this day be wrought by our blades, decreed by the gods, Blessed by the blood of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons... [Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of Chaos:] Come
legacy shall this day be wrought by our blades, decreed by the gods, Blessed by the blood of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons... Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of Chaos: Come
what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Give this to me Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine... Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what
of lies and what goes up surely must come down and we felt the mighty blow-up with the walls coming down or something like that most of us are quite
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon You called up in the sky You called up in the clouds Is there something you forgot to tell me... tell me, tell me
a pound 'cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha Mutha, mutha, muthaf I put a hurtin' on rappers, egos are crushed Pride is swallowed, asses are bust, hearts are taken Souls cremated, lips are
are gonna knock over a fixed jewelry store over on Frankstow Rd., around midnight. Are you in or what? FRANKIE: Don't know. My dad wants me home by eleven. TOMMY: Tell him we
first hour of morning's light Warmed by the flame inside, the lasting memory of the ending night I never had a chance to stop what hit me... What
man anymore We see the change in him but can't (Run away run away, run away) See what became out of her darling man See what became out of that man [
fields The first hour of morning?s light Warmed by the flame inside, The lasting memory of the ending night. I never had a chance to stop what hit me? What
phase ya, like Ali did with Frasier We spit the most flavour, and musically we'll amaze you We've been blessed and we've been gifted, by Jesus in his
the heads of many students Learning how to be prudent Precise with decisiveness Take control of the mic that amplifies your instinct Listen to the voices inside Your voices are your guide
