to put an end to this painful ringing in the ears that hear nothing We can't hear nothing but propaganda and commercials, sermons and machine gun fire
I've got the ghost of a new machine Where I can find reality routine Every time you fix your gaze on me When you gaze on me I feel a ring of fire When
time today (x4) Retrench me because of machines Kids trading roses for guns Track mark under the sleeve I can't talk I need to run Loves thrown away the ring
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected, And the newsmen start to rattle And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle And the fire
cheese wid these big machines That you bring from over seas It burn up dem skin Like some unwanted disease Gimme some space So I can burn dem please Big fire
[Mannie Fresh] Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots
'm something you will never see, far as you can remember My buzz exceding rapidly, no matter how it's measured Like an unstoppable machine in the Mohabi
(feat. Freeway, Memphis Bleek, Peedi Crakk, Sparks, Young Guns & Rell) [Rell] We're the ones with the flame (Jay-Z: "Yeah") We're the fire that remains
, wack shit Must of been too high when I craft it Back to the drum machine, kick, snare and hihat Bunch of old records, tryin to find where the fire's
stop like in days of yore A young guy's pulling the cigarette machine Out there it's business as usual but here just died a dream Somebody's ringing
like machines, not one but a sum, not a drop but a wave. Similar we behave not a point but a hum. The war is like a symphony that rings through our
so clean Wanna make a million dollars Let me spend sixteen Give me one big machine And a ??? Candy green, TV screens We thought of that codine shit That pinky ring
machine Noticin these cats, had the Bling Bling They wouldn't be talkin if they did it; it could be they team A week ago neither one of these niggaz had a ring
set on fire our chance to beat the greedy caught in a blaze well, i proclaim we raise our fists together and march out in the night the ones behind the machine
is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale Or the one who fights the fires, the one
wrong Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new Catch five rings, then an answering machine
pictures of Janet Reno and Will Smith CD's. Yeahh. [Kno]: crying] [Boss:] Hey, uh...what's the machine gun in the paper bag for? No, Mr. Johnson! YOUR ASS IS FIRED