that way Fight your own fight Paranoia every single day Fight your own fight Afraid to take a chance and be involved Fight your own fight Your self pride
been that way Fight your own fight Paranoia every single day Fight your own fight Afraid to take a chance and be involved Fight your own fight Your self
a fight with me I don't care I'll bite your teeth Get in ya shit like a colostomy impossible to compete with me A Prophecy- I'm gonna own everything
's all YOURS ! What can we own? Not family, property,.... it's all on loan. But our miserly minds, of "I", "ME", and "MINE" fight in
for peace, protest against peace anyway, but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment with their own
your ear So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your
a whole mile Too overconfident to keep a low profile Pump your brakes, stay in your lane A bunch of fakes chasing fame I'll punch your face and take your chain Sit your
a bag for peace, protest against peace anyway, but peacefully cause we Think that peace is only got by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment With their own
fight the narrow minds Make are own rules Live your life at all Live life Me and you We're gonna fight the narrow minds Make are own rules Live your
who didn't turn out right, We'll get a chance and we'll break down the door, This is the angry, the young and the poor Turned on your own, kicked
an auction. Tell them we gotta raise some money for the defense. They'll buy everything that she touched. Everything. Your shoes, your dresses, your perfumes, your
a Sunz of Man jam Allah, be the black man, '97 banned Prob'ly million fans, niggas own this land [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin & Blue Raspberry] [60 Second
I'm on my back how in hell could I know Break me down *Master Celebrator Bow your head and fold your hands Master celebrator No one gets a second chance Master master Raise your
tear and if I'm in your dreams then your end is near. Now here comes the march of the boy brigade I'm a car parade of the toys he made Its your mobs
which is that knowledge is never without its price, my neophyte. [XERXES:] Yes, master Altarus. I have heeded your tutelage well, and your wisdom has
low profile Pump your brakes, stay in your lane A bunch of fakes chasing fame I'll punch your face and take your chain Sit your 5 dollar ass down before
