: Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya gotta know Ya gotta know That
feat. Vanilli Shake) [Vanilli Shake] I glide into this, clench fist don't miss Sucks get dissed and scratched from my list I break mic stands, raise
want me to run To try and break me down to my knees, yeah Wild hearted, yeah-yeah, yeah Well now You know, I shoot from the hip now My fist raised in
ain't nuttin to lose Pick all the chains, break the rules Let's ride soldier, build ya skills Tell me how we gon' get free for real No game, this war
from the Motherland, boy, what a drag Especially when royalty's chained by a caveman A vanglorious way by the colors Free South Africa and free our Mother
in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Just ta warm u, just to get it on Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can
behind break the curse ... break it up [solo Piesel - Piet] don't let the demon of conformity destroy it all what's still there waiting to be free
is knowing how to break the locks i hate to say when blue skies are turning gray ante-up, son, its time to get paid raise a fist or get the fuck out
P-A-R-I-S is a blessin ya can't underestimate or recreate The sounds of Scarface, let the man BREAK! "There is no in-between - you are either free or
Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya gotta know Ya gotta know That when
Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya gotta know Ya gotta know
be Stand up and shout What you believe Stand up and shout For those you want to free Stand up for the one and only Get on your feet and raise you fist
red star fell Did you hear the tolling of the bell A million people on the streets They march as one they march for peace Breakin? free from the iron fist
, raised me high off the Isley's Mercilfulless, circle the six, David Berkowitz Let the clip spit then murk in the mist Gun in my fist, nearly popped
raised me high off the Isley's Mercilfulless, circle the six, David Berkowitz Let the clip spit then murk in the mist Gun in my fist, nearly popped one