am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics [Incomprehensible] in the pocket Stupid dope beats and
Missile Crisis havana The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode GPS and the radiation from your cellphone Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone Mass
so Stand up and fight, stand up and fight, stand up and fight, fight Just take a look around the world And you'll find that nearly all mass media Are
up and fight! Stand up and fight! They want to take our rights away so... Stand up and Fight! Stand up and fight! Stand up and Fight! FIGHT! [Spoken
, damn [Hen-Gee] Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics ( ? ) in the pocket Stupid dope beats and
crowds and explode inside men I change prophecy, fast forward and intercepted hate Navigated fate and kept it straight while in an narcoleptic state Organs
else fails We sell retail, make noise, well When it's time to get paid all I get is voice mails Now I gotta threaten your life and heckle your wife And
to catch another casualty of christmas. guaranteed on speed overturn mass amounts up to nothingness, than you left with bread and butter industry,
lord jesus and contess my sins I hear a scornful laughin' voices sound through the silence the organ plays by oneself hell what's happen here I look around and
Mass I'm in the back with choir girls, and I'm up in they ass! Muthafucka, I'm a church-made Hugh Hef' And this beat got more high-hats than eight-foot
