Comrad, you're the one for the years to come that's what you wanted comrad, you've got the crown power is in your hands was it your only goal? you got
Every single part is alive, the struggle for life is number one, and i don't know if there's a goal. if there would be a place for all, not sure, that
Ask yourself how could it be, people get so closed to be, Mad at everything around, till they hold a crown, Tell yourself it's not for me, down from
backyard, there's the men in blue, You know they came for me, tomorrow maybe you, They cut my plants they burned my crop, You know they made a big
my troubles could be gone away And when I go shouting you should follow me And if you wanna do it Time has come today No ticket to ride Emotion is free Hey you, now my head
I was wrong, I know by know I was wrong I thought I could see but I was so blind I thought I could think but I had lost my mind I thought I could be
Police In Helicopters
It's still raining
Synaptic warfare It's too cool to be true Synaptic warfare You know what you do to Be one of the chosen few [x2] Synaptic warfare Sin cinema simulates
Clock orange or like doom like glock, Can't be blocked for one's mind, Clock orange or like doom like glock, Can't be blocked no arm lock, Moon monk
"In sight of one nation"
You say, things are going alright, Here comes the sun & freedom No more pain, no complain You say, if I stick, if I grip, if I run the race I will
You gotta love like you've never been hurt Work, like you don't need the money, sing, like nobody's listening, Dance, like nobody's watching, love like
song is the only form of progression we know. Nail the arch of the hooved-beast above your door, Opposite crucifix-topped headboards Where you lay your head
would rather show You Just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it [Royce] Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you trew acid on
nah [Nas] Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut
: lay another one to rest in the valley of my shadows opened up bury all my expectations for a semi normal love and with it burning in my palms and massaging
bite our hand, The media is on crack, And (they) hide our heads in the sand, Now every Woman and Man, Sing your favourote theme song, That catchy jingle, Opposite
