it and burn it 'cause it's all the same So cut out the heart And watch the world burn down Let's tear it apart Let's leave a mark Let's leave a mark
, it's never enough, it's never enough, so cut up the heart, and watch the world burn down, let's tear it apart, let's leave a mark, let's leave a mark
is that! Take me tonight. To candle lights, all expenses paid, book mark my page and make me gorgeous. Take me tonight. To candle lights, all expenses paid, book mark
zonin' I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton A known fact, that I stay pro black I go back like Kojak or
will of Priest) It's what I write, this is Priesthood Neo... You know, Angel of... [Killah Priest:] Yo, my ink bleeds fatigues on paper Place it on gangstas, beneath light
: Bottle rockets and smoke bombs lying dead on the sidewalk Are black marks on the concrete now but they were beautiful last night A picture of our life
a mark Magic surrounds us Now that your time has come Justice is done We're sent by the light To turn the black back to white Don't hail the wrong
keep my act clean like Sinbad See white people burn your church The see you in the mall and clutch there purse Treat a nigga like dirt when the black
: Visions of hornshaped shadows A burning firmanent black Trembling in the glory of a star Delightfully glowing with evil Ten signs to spawn A thousand
has turned backwards A morbid cacaphony singing of... A new dawn! Burn my flesh, thou light of lights Most eminent perfection, most magnificent of sights Mark
Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark
We took the highway till the road went black We marked Truth Or Consequences on our map* A voice drifted up from the radio We saw the voice from long
nosey) I choose my subjects, personal man, that's what I want to write Critics critique, I compel that lots of rappers weak '97 I blacked out, he's
him Does he have the marks? Do you see them? No And, oh, brothers and sisters, I ask you to look at him Does he have the marks? Do you see them? No
in a pile of trash on the corner of first and park. almost as tall as the street light. we pulled over. two kids on a black and white dyno. my mom and
Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh, seven mark