Lies...lies run rampant hypocrisy.. runs rampant weapons of mass distraction the slaughter of thousands everyone is the enemy unknown death tolls
The country's dire need, turned away, poverty runs through the streets, because of your own greed, Youv'e been accused but you denied it all,Only wanted
14 million spent, 49 times, as my friends die, for your bullshit war, you sit on your ass. While others suffer. I can't believe how high your idiocy
Losing my mind, no hope to be found, I'm losing my mind, in this city of filth, a city once proud, now full of fakes and liars. Too much talk and
The cities will fall under a sea of their own blood corruptions all around me the masses of people are numb to the senseless killing that I see every
it real? The blood on my hands, so hard to conceal [Chorus] Unsure of it all, don't know what I feel This knife in my hand, the cold taste of steel [
come back strong, cause it was quiet on the Stet So I'm givin you a taste of how funky I can get Kickin a do-re-mi-fa-suck-my-{TASTE} Twelve cuts on
: Taste, you left a bitter taste In my mouth that will never heal To self reveal your kind Can never press rewind You play the part that?s so unreal
: You take my breathe away... but I'll never taste your lips as fate keeps me locked away I must close my eyes to see your face emptiness has darkened
gone And I can barely remember Anything I did or said Or how I lost another week There must be something going on... A nagging sense of shame I can't explain An acrid taste
been fighting for the throne Let us pray to the heavens before The bastard plague comes Come! Like a damn dog And taste the steel on my blade I see no
we've been fighting for the throne let us pray to the heavens before the bastard plague comes Come! Like a damn dog! and taste the steel of my blade don
is true Alive I taste Forbidden fruit My tongue speaks words Of feelings deep Another tongue Than blood and steel For the land and for the steel For
one will care No one will know Eighth lock You can never win You only get out By not going in They put me down into the ground Lost without taste,
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass ("what choo wanna do after this?") I wanna get your tities in my fist But you wanna kiss Your mouth might taste
go another, this hustler here is destined to fail I think it but the last I heard he tried to appeal And Eric, he gone, he wild and busting his steel
10304, get big Yeah.. Wu-Tang for life [Inspectah Deck:] It's like World War IV in the field, daily ordeal Wolfpack diggin' claws in your mill Ducking blue coats tossin' the steel
the call so I'm the boss I get up, go outside, jumped in the ride Before I grabbed the wheel and peel, pushed the stick and drive Check my steel and slide