the oppressor are ruling your spirit that's crying for absolution Ready to break through the barricades you slowly become like a renegade Consciousness grows like a
a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club but only a real thug can stab
nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug
on a silent night Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights Tuesday Thursdays servin' whether or not they ride tonight On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights Chip on my shoulder hold a
lives in fever In a choking sweat of fear In the heat of the night you can feel so much In the heat of the night I scream, "Don't touch!" I remember a
a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab
mixed Emotion Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy Last night I saw the fire spreadin' to The palace door Silent majority
3 o'clock on a saturday damn it is a good day Sunny than a motherfucker, bitches hanging out Clock the nice grip, hit the cut than strip Seen a bitch
skag, a U.N. flag, now he's trading in securities Darwin rendezvous, a B-52, trenchcoat slightly creased From a coup in Asia, A U.S. Air Force major
unity? (Its absent in reality) Drunken-- a stagger in the dark. the night was so much fun. When a cellmate rapes your ass We'll see who's having fun Drunken--another night
through sirens on a silent night Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights Chip on my sholder hold a
States Despite the modest success of his business, McClock leads a solitary life, never marrying and tending several of the chicken houses himself. A simple man with a
with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can
lives in fever In a choking sweat of fear In the heat of the night you can feel so much In the heat of the night I scream "Don't touch!" I remember a
few decades have seen Lovecraft's rise from a forgotten author of phantasmagoric pulp magazine fiction to a subject of serious academic study. (A second major
Effigy. Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Last night I saw the fire spreadin' to The palace door. Silent majority Weren't keepin' quiet Anymore. CHORUS Last night
shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn New York City cost of livin, type high We type fly, roll a white guy Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky Word