... The glorious clash of Celtic sword against Roman gladius, The pride in the eyes of our war-queen As we hacked down the Imperial Eagle, And the severed
say that we forced our words And we find that ingenuously churlish Words are just words Don't be so pessimistic, weak and girlish We like strong and happy people
game we can't concede, it is worth all the blood we may bleed. We must close the gate so she can't return. We'll seal her fate, watch her temple burn
knows their C blood type Sayin' we match and we matched up to that I love her, she loves me, too That's why we get together A lot of people around here
I was fresh without a brand new song An' give a fuck about what brand you are (The sun's shinin') I'm concerned what type of man you are What your principles an' standards are
just go crazy.. if ya know ya flow is lazy step it up like that new movie....cause....... beats is born not made and the shade we lay in the sun we go
the winds blow I will call you We will stand and watch them fall All our ships are sailing blindly under one sun Sending signals, calling kindly, reaching
solved, cause man is the cause For the sake of eugenics biochemists create ethospecific epidenmics Injecting the public in clinics Then when the truth comes out "You black people are
land we built; It takes all forty eight States for me to spread my quilt. Our kids are several millions now; they run from sun to sun. And that's about
life is hard in this day, Never give up for your day will come. [Repeat 3 times] Ey yo we march to the melody. [Repeat] [MC Bliss] Yo, Ey yo we march
(DC Pierson) I got the empire state now I'm working on the next part Trying to build an empire, I'm wishing on the Death Star I murdered the dish, I eloped
this big land we built; It takes all forty eight States for me to spread my quilt. Our kids are several millions now; they run from sun to sun. And that
product of hope. We blindly let them lead us. Let go from the life you know, chances are we aren't coming back. Commander, approach the podium. We the people
spray raps Keep it chilled and relaxed but we still sound phat It's like that When we write raps We're not from the empire but we still strike back
Are you prepared to pay this price, King of Hyperborea? [THE KING:] To preserve the sovereignty of my realm and safeguard my people from the forces of
the reaver. An understanding passed between us... we knew we were here simply as sword-fodder, and we knew we would both fight these Roman dogs to the
part of my soul We shouldn't keep fightin', the Earth is our home If we destroy Mother Earth, then where will we go? Are you food for the Moon? Or are