its knees The new world corporatocracy Better know your history History For the past to repeat Is your destiny History I know we're going to pay To history
Traducción: Inflamar. Conhecer a sua história.
ask of you, if you're in your car, honk your horn Honk your horn to the rhythm We'd like to ask, if you're behind the desk at your job We'd like you to
universal feelin' called life Since a foetus, explored life's subtle secrets From my fingertips to my unique double helix I can see history, I can see the past lessons It's your
[Music: Patrick] Do mourn, the glory days are gone Like roaches scattering under a beaming light Run out of history's backstage As your flags burn over
the words I manifest They will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon You the need for, you all to feed your Mind and soul, so you can lead your
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus" Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis "Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?"
in your car, honk your horn Honk your horn to the rhythm We'd like to ask, if you're behind the desk at your job We'd like you to tap your pen and pencil
matrix I won't be failin to make it This is my cosmos baby space sailin with Satan I heard it's not where your from it's where your carvin' your view
over your bread we snatch you out your land rover, choke ya smoke ya while we stand over your bed just to let ya know, this is westcoasonostra ever since
the words I manifest they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon you the need for, you all to feed your mind and soul, so you can lead your
Nitro pyro trons That strike and ignite your lungs I rape my clause across wherever I put bars 6 foot anatomies mauled with 7 foot scars My verses made your
is the message to all that can hear it if you got secret information now's the time to share it call your Congress woman, your Senator, your Mayor It
I.A. I see ya later, cause your time is comin soon I flip the shit like, Pacino and it's your Dog Day Afternoon Attica Attica, drug agents your bring your
cape on Taboo truth to never kiss heaven Disaster on the prolific decline on unity A stone thrown by a bastard of misconception Better know your facts
