beat the drum The end of time has just begun The dragon wears a kingly crown But his kingdoms going down [Chorus:] In the battle, in the battle At the
: This battle is in the air i'm looking upwards where are the angels? i'm not in my home st. andrew don't forsake me st. andrew don't forsake me who
que faites la fete C'est parti Vive la vie d'Mc, real Mc Refrain Life is more than a struggle boy And would I make it without you? Even though we battle
Thought Paul was sending... wait Slow up, let's just start from the beginning First, Paul felt morally indebted just to give thanks For our faith and increased love toward the saints
are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot
2: Slick Pulla] You recreate a shield you betta respect us, betta understand the game, these checks Not checkers, two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers, you comin for that saint
son of a gun And your right hand's a one way ticket to hell. READY GO! I am the saint of you you were a saint to me but I battle on YA TRICK! (Thanks
: We're bringing on the night, and everything that it entails. This is for all the of times I've been made into a saint. Haunted by a halo you thought
: [Dronjak / Cans] Saints - From heaven Hell hang-arounds - Decending Disciples of repression Fuse - Our evil Exterminate - Protectors Bringing us down
s frame Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs Call me Saint Valentine, cuz when I kill 'em,
Flags are proudly flutters high Let's roar the battle horns Before the storm to enemies side We'll fight 'till victory We came to rape your saints We
weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak
saints into disease. I was ready, but I rushed the heart, you rushed the teeth. Did she quench her thirst with the tears in the rain in the midst of a battle
to oblivious, slaughter you in the rut While you worship what you know not what, your crew's snuff I battle til my brain shuts off, the street's left
I ain't Will I. Am, Lemme Introduce myself to the new generation, Wylcef jean, a singer, songwriter, composer, In high school I used to be a battle rapper
(I'm a horrible shot I tie a horrible knot) (I pushed a bunch of little people over once) (Well a rest is best when you stress a test) (And you forget
This battle is in the air I'm looking upwards Where are the angels? I'm not in my home St. Andrew, don't forsake me St. Andrew, don't forsake me Who
white Benz, same color Mike skin, Make ya soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G, Battle
