Sometimes I feel that you're a part of me Although it don't seem real, it's how I want it to be But if you can't stay then I'll understand You're just
Sometimes I feel That you're a part of me Although it don't seem real It's how I want it to be But if you can't stay then I'll understand You're just
Translation: New Order. Brutal.
Translation: The Beach soundtrack. Brutal [new Order].
: Sometimes I feel That you're a part of me Although it don't seem real It's how I want it to be But if you can't stay then I'll understand You're just
Farrakhan Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam Keeps my brothers up on it 'cause I'm black And now you know I'm brutal Callin' all brothers to order, P-Dog
again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin' Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and Be Morgan than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places new
old men Crash down to the ground, the old order has gone Nothing's like it was and chaos everywhere From this ruins will grow a new chance for the world
In a roar of hearts, thoughts, reactionary defensiveness and counter Intelligence What exactly is innocence? Fuck it, I do believe in the existence of police brutality
take no less than total justice a social setting yo I'm bettin' we can stop new world order start servin liberty may I take your order free political
soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life
Parody to You Have The Right To Remain Silent by Perfect Stranger (Cal Sweat/Brando Sweat), Co-Heart Music (BMI) New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Chris
seek them. They have their law and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only
and your choices son They're one in the same I must isolate you Isolate and save you from yourself Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and Count
to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors It had to be foghorned into new
kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors It had to be foghorned into new
