bomb attack The hard attack Won't you hear that bomb attack Don't you hear the bomb attack The hard attack Won't you hear that bomb attack Don't you
that disturbs me in my universe. Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath. [Buddha Monk] It's assassination day, so the devil now prays That the bombs
the hip-hop bone of the gristle And my thoughts be the marrow, son I'm the narrow Tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel And the words
attack no one lives Bury none burned alive Charge is on no turning back Kill or die is the only plan Push ahead not to stem Kill zone Gun is drawn rounds
can have million marches but when you black you under attack son regardless Live by the gun dun and die by they gun and Revolutionize minds until freedom
hop bone, of the gristle and my thoughts be the marrow, son I'm the narrow tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel and the words travel
bone, of the gristle and my thoughts be the marrow, son I'm the narrow tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel and the words travel in