their robe their tie Their land deeds Their hired guns They're tha crime Shots heard underground round tha rapture Tha world's eye captured At last
I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at
: It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it But I'm going to drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop
: I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got
came ta try and steal ya name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people of tha
Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at
: Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I
: The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around
break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against
: This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta
: The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they
My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit
point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig
This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make
Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces, are the saints that burn crosses Now ya do what they told ya Don't you die or justify You
as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at
volture came ta try and steal ya name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people
their robe their tie Their land deeds Their hired guns They're tha crime Shots heard underground round tha rapture Tha world's eye captured At