Lies from the false profits slip right through your teeth you will fall short on the front line I will watch you fall to your knees When I here the
, out of the dark and the mist War for war, determined for victory Over the line they drew there, honor the cavalry Howling for blood, the leaders Into
you came with? Can?t stop movin' your crew they make me say Ooh, where your team stay, can you work with me? Just come with us and let us lead the way
every single second They say I'm doin too muuuuuuuch I try to step back just a little just to give niggaz a chance But as you've seen they really couldn
off TV, they all bitch Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit So I push cop killers and things, they call quits Then let off one in the crowds, they
Lord Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way round They're guilty when killed and they're killed where they're found If what's loosed on earth
Center Before the Infantry can launch their grand assault The Yankees are returning fire (The Earth shakes violently) In Washington D.C. Lincoln Feels the earth shake
bring it [Danja Mowf] Yo, the mistake that is made many times that which aches in my mind Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines To put
the Lord Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way round They?re guilty when killed and they?re killed where they?re found If what?s loosed on earth
guilty about." Well, they have Ophelia's funeral and everybody's there. They got diamonds on their doublet, they got ribbons in their hair. They're
of the dark and the mist, War for War. Determined for victory, Over the line they drew there, Honour the cavalry. Howling for blood, the leaders, Into
second They say I'm doin too muuuuuuuch I try to step back just a little just to give niggaz a chance But as you've seen they really couldn't do muuuuuuuch
center, Before the infantry can launch their grand assault. The Yankees are returning fire. (The earth shakes violently) In Washington D.C. Lincoln feels the Earth shake
bread. Wage. That's why I write lines for space in zero denial. Come on tax-man repo this! A twenty odd year young man washes his hands. He drew a line
