you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses Any show, any tour, we house program Donald-D is who I am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice
Pulling on my chain you're tellin' me come and take me up with this thang and go, Promise you would stop, voices in your wallet keep callin' you to say
If the cross offends, you find another voice I am not runnin' for office here I won't keep it purposefully vague I've heard that 'New Age Life Force' trip I'd
saw a tale unfold Not far away I'd dare to say There was a world unknown Torn to a million shreds Crippled with fear It would appear Then came a voice
things you did Get so out of hand You'd have managed better If you'd had it planned Now why'd you choose such a backward time And such a strange land? If you'd
make everything all right Jesus, make everything all right Jesus, make everything all right Jesus, make everything all right Where'd everybody go? I know I'm losing Oh, where'd
you'd rather make love and have a little fun Throw up the love sign, everybody and not the gun In a chariot of red and gold The cool, fuzzy voice said
is with YOU!, she'll have a booming boisterous family, who will descend on you en mass, she'll have a large wagnarian mother, with a voice that shatters
It!"* "Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?" (repeat 3X) "Do you understand, do you understand..." (E-Roc: Gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us I'd
inert promenade A canon of soulless masses Where no animation trespasses These patchwork men that lie about in heaps They reaped what we'd sewn, and
most complete artist, but wait Make sure that you keep the facts in mind Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine With a voice, telling
and me Angel, are there eyes that see everywhere All the tears and pain we share? Yes, said the angel, there's a heart who cares It's the voice on the
ignorant world this is just one voice amongst many, against the hypocritical society we live in. "West Of Hell" Written about England's notorious mass
risk There's no call for any action at all When you have unions on your side [Workers:] A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied A new Argentina, the voice
no risk There's no call for any action at all When you have unions on your side (workers:) A new argentina, the chains of the masses untied A new argentina, the voice
on a websters dictionary A Ras Kass record and a brand new MPC Pressing all them pretty buttons making wack beats To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella I'd
Une rue les gens passent, les gens comme on les voit Juste un flux, une masse, sans visage, sans voix Quel e? range aujourd'hui, quelquechose, mais quoi