is saddening [El-P:] Weathermen is not a crew it's a hot mind with guns up to it The last cats audio to-in it ruinin' your drumkit Vandals of society
saddening [El-P:] Weathermen is not a crew it's a hot mind with guns up to it The last cats audio to-in it ruinin' your drumkit Vandals of society arsonist
guess it must be up to me. If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide, If I'd lived my life by what others were
what hip-hop done brung us It's allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies I made it all
is left to see, is it all but a dream On the inside looking out Kept within a cage, behind a false facade They can't keep us down cause our strenght
finally set on us? Have you come to long for another's hand? There's a feeling inside me that somethings leaving. Like someone stealing salt from sea. Left me sinking and left
fireball we came crossed sea and mountain We were drinking beauty with our eyes We were given all to make our own Let us be left alone Laid the tasks
nobody gonna) (look out for me...) [Killah Priest] It's the end of the road, It's like the red moon, over Tibet, theory of the 12 monkeys, left in this
the flame niggas too is sharin' sequals Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe Andre: You left your morals at
go it's just the rate of the world that's bring me down bringing me down a sound that strikes a different chord you call it a dated carbon copy i call it
time To pull us through this mud and grime That is what we called the perfect crime Wave goodbye to the judging birds And close the chains of their cage
days they home Doing nothing might as well be in a cage Hating on young brothers one foot in the grave They used to love us until we found our own
watch it all Yo it came to me, the pain in me Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be It strangely seemed, like it was a dream but the si-rens
hip-hop done brung us It's allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies I made it all the
it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you say could spit again? Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you
[Tame One] Wet to death, high as red mixed with meth To get off my cigarette's vex need 12 different steps To the left with it My visits to left leave
I lab on the way down Consider it to those who gotta clean me off the ground Kids dying to hate us, was born to love us Jarhead but ain't got no Glassjaw
