have a clue? Now why is that? I was about to ask you Why am I me? and why are you you? Why do we run in circles chasing after nothing new? Somebody won
We are the voice that comes through the ages to remember not to surrender Turn your eyes turn your eyes we?re coming with this Rumble Beat Warrios of
, from New York to ancient Rome in an hour But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts, His voice softens the
to shreds with visions of a dead sea no words can emerge from voice box to explain the understood hate that seemed to fuel his pain his vital organ pounds
of my voice never decease My weakest thought weighs eleven tons at the least (at the least) Phenomenal New phrases that take you to new stages I just
And if you bootleggin my shit [Boom Bap Project:] Dick Head Tracy, I'm one in one-five I'll take that signin bonus on the New Jersey Drive It's, organized
rockin Snipe all the FBI and cops clockin Philly officials bodies droppin Avenge the 85 bombing I for an I We'll hang em by the capitol steps Snap
Costa Rica, I'll be a week back Before you sign a new act, find out if they wack Your budget will be low, and you'll be fired, highly retired I'm the new
can. Yes we can. It was the call of workers who organized; Women who reached for the ballots; A President who chose the moon as our new frontier; And
of his kind Captured by a voice talking to them again and again Cutting through the skull into their brains Lifeless eyes looking up to the throne Waiting for new
you belong to Me! Now! Is the time, together we can change this place.. for the.. better Now, focus on my voice, will you do it for me? Now, focus on my voice
Marching corpse to rise, I must fulfill my new destiny, crawlwalking from my suicide. As I penetrate the exit of my home, my mother had a nervous breakdown
[CHAPTER III - REBORN THROUGH DEATH, Version II] Marching corpse to rise I must fulfill my new destiny Crawlwalking from my suicide As I penetrate the
[Lyrics: Wallin] Send a great release to the world The voice of foresight is to be heard Bringing justice and truth to depend on A tale to tell to the
tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. The ocean wild like an organ
blood cuh guess it's just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep
, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. The ocean wild like an organ played