your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenaline Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within I'm
ain't ever heard of And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder? But I got something for them suckers who intend to rush me Part two, and
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no one
are used by politicians and conspiracy theorists within their reach The entire solar system withstanding geographical combat Annihilation is one source
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
threw them into the matrix-war As a part of the machine, entering the cyberworld, There was only one thought left in our heads To kill! Voltage rushing
to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run about the gun I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy
had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy
nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no-one can
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no-one