, nobody gonna] [look out for me... ] =killah priest= It's the end of the road, it's like the red moon, Over tibet, theory of the 12 monkeys, left in
Penned up behind barbed wire Me and my fellow female mammals, animals Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us
brother Straighten it out Straighten it out Straighten it out Hope of the world is in our generation (Let's straighten it out) It's all left up to us
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin 'Cause then you'll begin
I don't really start s***, I just like to finish it dismember with a hacksaw, getting rid of it Ia??m so militant, you so Gilligan, killing it Heard
, be a part of summer slayin' Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it They better
magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it, you can keep it to your self hoe You left your morals at the
left precious little for me You remember the flood and the fall We remember the light on the hill There should be enough for us all But the dollar is driving us
the ghosts that we've left behind With everyone around telling us what to do With deafening sound whisper I love you The fire in your eyes, may it never
-po innocent crime pays, I guess It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet behind bars and cage Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage It's
guess it must be up to me If I'd thought about it, I never would've done it I guess I would've let it slide If I'd paid attention to what others were
A wind blew warm and eloquent We were searching for the secrets of the universe... And we rounded up demons and forced them to tell us what it all meant
rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
I give out, over and out Cages and alarms keeping us from harm I will be the guard hope to rest upon Everything is done, nothing left at all Are you
I give out Over and out Cages and alarms Keeping us from harm I will be the guard Hope to rest upon Everything is done Nothing left at all Are you
went down A wind blew warm and eloquent We were searching for the secrets of the universe And we rounded up demons and forced them to tell us, what it
I take the blame, it's not the same What a shame, future lessons for past insinuations It makes sense to me, makes sense to me I left the keys under the
remember If it's something I want then it's something I need I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed If it's something I want then it's something
