who breathed their last. The past comes flooding back . The past comes flooding back to me, turning around all the debris. Time is passing by. This goes out to the Raised Fist
friends who breathed their last. The past comes flooding back . The past comes flooding back to me, turning around all the debris. Time is passing by. This goes out to the Raised Fist
the globe met break yeah you ain't safe if the bomb exists so I side with the Vietnamese communists if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist
(Various Samples) The question was raised to me the other day why I seem to always have joy. Well I'd like to take time to set the record straight.
the sky and see the same cloud configuration That Nat Turner saw the day they hanged him Resisted in the face of adversity with a fist and it was raised
, shit vibin' like a sixth sense Lyrics mutilated like X-men Shower ya, devour ya, technique algebra Smoothness, movements, halloed in the matrix Fist held high, I raise
'm dead I raise my axe above my head My eyes stare in furious rage Yet more blood will be shed This is a victorious day Blood gushes from the wound
what I could not forgive... I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved It wasn't my surface most defiled Head at your feet fool to your crown Fist
handshake for the fist And so once again, Oh, America my friend, And so once again, You are fighting us all, And when we ask you why, You raise your
Inhale glory, exhale fear...no God or master to make me kneel Inhale courage, explode force...I am Lord I break your laws I raise my fist in blasphemy
her son To not to let him die Balder stood there encircled by gods Thrown with stones, spears and hit With sword No damage they had caused, not a wound
, I?m formerly from the underground And it's clear, for a year, I?ve been turing up the heat Made you get up and out of your seat Shake your fists and
wound their hoofs The wages of war raise the wails, because the Spill blood has called upon them today I still live on, and against the darkness I raise
not the one we're longing for, As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons, Not born as soldiers, but driven to the end These wounds will be
many places Ace this game Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis Give me my spaces Show me some love though Just pump your fist in the air and
what I could not forgive I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved It wasn't my surface Most defiled Head at your feet, fool to your crown Fist
'm dead. I raise my axe above my head, My eyes stare in furious rage. Yet more blood will be shed, This is a victorious day! Blood gushes from the wound
