insane I feel it in my heart, that if I has a gun I feel it in my heart, I'd wanna kill some I feel it in my heart, the end will come Come on!! My war
Swimming in the main stream is such a lame dream No method to the madness Beat my head against the wall Tension builds up so quickly My judgement becomes affected And without my
tryin to hear s*** I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s*** N**** trip I'll go for your head
't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your
X in my history text Why is that? Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week? He told blacks, if
memorize every line I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express
metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan a make
This is a fight [Verse I] You mother fucker should have never turned my mic on out with the bullshit it's time for the fight song Black goodie, black
Flag) In your schools (Rebel Flag) In your parks (Rebel Flag) In your courtrooms (Rebel Flag) In your hearts (Rebel Flag) Stood for slavery (Rebel Flag) Stood for war (Rebel Flag
cut Crack bombing the stash, black gats armed with the mag That put you rap cats, moms in the bag You hear the blat-blat, honor the flag I stay strapped
Up?? [Chorus]{2x's} My President is Black My Maybach too... and I'll be godamned if my diamonds ain't blue My money's dark green and my porshe's light
: [Killah Priest:] My pen's a microscope Beneath this lens show real life I wrote From all my sins to my righteous quotes I look within and realize there
dark and there's no help here Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made A "g" will get you gats sprayed At my
see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns Trying to pick up a war They're going to even the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on
conservative might , Killers of Kennedy's with no fright , The American way! Freedom cried the marching man, Flags ripped out of their black hands
gangstas, but I?m trying to make a change Cuz there?s to many of my dogs and comrades, homies done past away Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks
the scents of war Our pagan roots will show the way... Ancient writings very occasionally lie... Turn a deaf ear to the liar flags We?re dealt to their flags
the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East! [Professor X]
