of life Now, I can feel free. Hold the light, dance into the fire Hold the light we will fly much higher Hold the light, dance into the fire Hold the light
Trynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could [Killah Priest] Look, my cash nope, baby cryin' Had enough, I grabbed my iron Call
is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your
speak the gun dun [La Femme Nakita] Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice Execution style, ski-mask
you know Trynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could [Killah Priest] Look, my cash nope, baby cryin' Had enough, I grabbed my iron
next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your
shine so bright Shall not live on bended knee, shall not lay down our arms While we stand These iron shields are raised, armed brothers together we stand Holding
when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz Dressed in black...Long hair...Long gaks...Lights off no stun'n Pack to the back, no mask, I'm thuggin
Nancy saw him on the street His shoes were shined, his suit was neat She couldn't see his broken mind Behind the mask of being kind He sleeps inside the iron
invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it It is what it is indeed Stoupie Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know [Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz] Hold the
Papers killin' racist Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights
All the fallen soldiers, all my soldiers seeking conviction Keep your head up and look to the stars for strength Ya heard me? Don't let nothing hold
, living in the past Iron grip is weakening how much longer can this last Take a look around you Power that you hold will disappear Locked in a mask
Shan VdP: Open up the liona??s jaw, Pandoraa??s frying pan/ riding on leviathans fins with a nine and in nine minutes time will align with the iron hands
. I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; my pail has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn. White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
