[Music: Sergey Dmitriev, Marina Dolina. Lyrics: Sergey Dmitriev] ...I'm always against, against my Will...
Translation: Mental Home. Against My Will.
me home and spit in my drink She spoke of Germaine Greer and Friedan I didn't know what to think I took her standing in the kitchen, ass against the
and get some I'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone 'Cause I got my own opening dome kit And once again I'm gonna put them under my
Today, nobody cares But tomorrow they will, they will Today, nobody cares But, oh, tomorrow they will, they will They said my future was dark, you see
get they're whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my
like you just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched You could put your whole army against my
[Intro] Today, nobody cares But tomorrow, they will, they will Today, nobody cares But oh tomorrow, they will, they will [Chorus] They said my future
go down, we rearrange contracts Coming bite and exact To take your mental out the shack Dunk your cookie in my milk And let it soak in my rap On the
it my job to lay it on the masses And get them off their asses to fight against these fascists So whatever you decide make that move with pride Sid will be there and so will
go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home
his armor 'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My
are not so obvious and some are self-explanatory It's padded wall in my laboratory They're lookin' through the keyhole of you dormitory Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my
point builds up, you're ready to shout But let me tell ya a lil something, that will not work Cause all you find out will probably hurt Can't pay for
with my henny-say my chicks an plenty pay. Your boy Tech done blown, an still rep the home, but now I just wanna be left alone. They wish death and my
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
waitin' on arraignment my nigga is the plantiff Yeah I know what you thinkin' fucked up ain't it? I shoulda known better and I planned to But dog they be takin' me out of my
demons and devastate This mental battle zone Bring it back, bring it home Enough is enough, I'm alone Everything's set all ready to go away Bring it back, bring it home
