talking: Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my
'peace' but know its price And you all screaming 'bigger slice' My god - I don't need this 1.3 billion people live on the equivalent of less than one
the big dreamers...ain't nothin' new man..we been doin' this...this shit gon' keep goin' on forever baby... (Chorus) No ideas original, theres nothin' new under
, pink on a Monday White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day Know much about a Hyundai, if you wanna come stay We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-
at the word trade Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
of a dead life I'm burning under the spotlight [Chorus:] My heart is a fist drenched in blood My soul will fight again Take a look at these hollow eyes- one
: Check it out I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the united states of rock And to the point of view for which it stands One music under one god Yes,
a world of frightful anger And there's no one at the helm, he laughed, so run for cover and watch the rats jump overboard before this ship goes under!
none, none for one, two, three, four March of the dogs, To a beat of disillusion Sworn under god, Breeding panic and confusion, The white flag is down
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her And all the flags that flap on the pier Spell why on earth do you want The fog hides much but one thing is clear
name Upon my arm In indian ink Indian In indian ink Indian In indian ink Indian Down by docks There are sailors They don't mind a novice To take under
the East! [Professor X] Yes! I'm that kind of nigga The one you fear, be scared you can't figger The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom! In
as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this (Georgia x 8 with Wayne) Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one
We live in the cit y of snow. So small and cold , five hundred years old . No stories untold, no one is in control . Sounds cute I know, small city with snow, one
I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants One nine in each arm, I get hot as I
It's getting crowded over here But babe, the wait is ova Sometimes it takes a thousand tries To win, The Wait Is Ova Fumble don't you fumble That's a flag
shifting under land You're beating on the floors You're sleeping on the same ones you've been sweeping on You're the one that saved me And the one that
streaming And to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag