ones that I despise So listen now We're living in this world and we're killing it It's so absurd, and for dollar bills We keep on drilling it, until
killing it And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it We're living in this world and we're killing it And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it We
Übersetzung: Raised Fist. Killing It.
you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [Verse Two] Pump ya fists
can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta make it smash Blast How long will it last, till tha broke get more cash Until then Raise up
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It
: We'll raise our fists and stamp our feet We will resist all out thoughts, until we succeed We're marching at the scene We'll watch them crumble Oh,
I only asked him Who called to sell your love? He said he don't know, But yeah it was a girl. And it's killing, Like nothing of it, Now I'm tripping,
we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
in silence he screams. Then packed his bags, With a locked stare he heads for the door. I know she'll get what she deserves! Another clenched fist that's raised
oorali-addity And we're bound for Botany Bay. Oh, what a tale I tell They thought that they had me for raising Hell I never raised no Hell Nor did I
: Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a timebomb Attack speed, fast as an F15 Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline Overload, it might
my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it
the curse ... break it up [solo Piesel - Piet] don't let the demon of conformity destroy it all what's still there waiting to be free go kill the monster
you can kiss my ass For justice and freedom I raise my iron fist Strophe 1 I?m proud I?m free As hard as knights can be I kill This sleaze With the impure
is knowing how to break the locks i hate to say when blue skies are turning gray ante-up, son, its time to get paid raise a fist or get the fuck out
