Walking under the lion's gate Bitter tears for a city's fate Raise your voice in an ancient song Say goodbye to Babylon Hanging gardens with falling
ll work for practically nothing and never threaten us with strikes So stay in line or your place of employment will be your former company site We've
under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut
i, i've got to go night falls on the river valley night falls on the mines and fields night falls on the night falls in the next time there's trouble needs there's dynamite under
It's O.C. slash Mush shine communication for the masses Puttin' my finger against NASA When I die, bronze my mic, preserve it for newcomers To visit my grave site
the run my solutions a gun And I'll beat up your momma just for fun One day I was chillin' on the East Side of town Not a base head in site and none
by response sort of fell this population Caboose humming no fence me in a van with common patriots The parody plastered every red brick in site Where
white Dudes being sneaky thinking they tite Im Playalitical I come here with my wife in my white t smellin like light green really getin it yall are like site
eyes sleepwalked into the afterlife died in his sleep, his face incomplete you`ve got a taste you`re playing with the dark stuff don`t let it get under
hot. Phyllis: Oh, am I hot! I'm so hot! Hhh . . . I'm so hot from this hamburger, oh . . . FZ: Get hot! Phyllis: I'm so hot! FZ: Under, under . . .
I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth, I ain't been livin' the same Since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like
white But her soul, filled with an infinity of sins Is like the darkest coal burried in the dephts of an abyssmal site We gave ourselves to the pleasures
some space to plot my plans out Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through life See through sites
all I'm the wreck of you I'm the break and the fall Under the red Break of the lights Heroes in stretches Inch to the site Blowing the pieces Belongs
the terror on warships, it's corporate Visual niggas paint portraits Verse two: rza Check the mic lines for wire-taps ...we're under attack, man your
a little too slow, well that's a little too bad On the mic I don't back down, I clap at you whack clowns Bury rappers under the stage, dress the mic
save us Wait for someone to save Do you want to come down, take a look tonight? Legs tangled under the vicious weight It's harder to see, ribs under