Rotten mind Corroding spine Slave of the crime Endless shame Anger and pain Inner flame dying down day by day Satan laughs when she prays His minions
we don't give a fuck about the po-po, when they trippin' we get with 'em: Any opposition try'na block a nigga mission. Cuttin' up our victim, listen this
: (feat. The HRSMN) [Talking:] Headless Horsemen in the building Killah (Maccabeez officials) nigga Raz nigga Bis nigga it's Priest nigga horse men
Union is ruined Watchin every day like the movie True Men Thugs push off their last minute drugs Marines jump in their submarines and get their machine
: Where the young men's brave new visions threaten old men's selfish dreams And they try to crush the spirit with their money and machines And they call
victim) So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard? (Just another victim) So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard? (Just another victim)
Take my mind All the way The dark side calls I shan't resist Men forever rot in pain Mind machines control Toxic rains scouring brains Victimizing
Set the record straight and pay it mean Kick around my woman, show her who is boss I'm the master of the video - machine Rocky, Rambo, Zombies, Cannibals
Mark the dogs for only they know your not human your ot flesh at all Break the jaw before it speaks and kill the men that answer to its call Justified
yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have
at your motherfuckin attic "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample "killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample "soldiers combine the sacred seven men
Where the young men's brave new visions Threaten old men's selfish dreams And they try to crush the spirit With their money and machines And they call
out, small hands make patterns on the window. Body shifting on wood, dog outside the door, flickering memories as trains maneuver in the old men's eyes
, When fascism comes as an angel of light Its license parading as tyranny drives forth its son. The son of morning dominating fears, afflicting fallen men
only life, what's it all about Quit dreaming, this is real life baby Way out on the dock that night the color is red 23rd victim of a gangland, war takes
of a machine unstoppable As merciless as tidal waves Were they the victims of the time Or proud parts of larger goals? Propaganda of the reich Masterful machine
