grab some tracky-d?s and a random coat, Then I?m on it with a wallet, And I hit the pavement, I?m running down the street with my face half shaven
drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on
this machine, cry-out, fire! The kids speed along when The last night comes down I hear you win You break the sound barrier To race down the streets We
hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland
blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down
of a broken man -- rage against the machine My fears haunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street
