hide in you a while? This is just a part I portray and this is just a part I portray Making mostly to themselves Don't make a sound in case they hear
in you awhile? If this is just a part I portray If this is just a part I portray They keep mostly to themselves Don't make a sound in case they hear
, all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up And then the posse breaks high off the Cold Duck And then I set the mic to show destruct
you love yourself You just can't hear the sound of your own church bells What you reep is what you get [Chorus] I bring you the weapons of mass destruction
next mark Global chaos feedin' on hysteria Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back, fair game Drug abuse, self abuse, searchin' for the next high Sounds
There was a bit of a budget SNAFU And food funding is insufficient We can't really enforce a curfew As there is no light or sound Just one of the many
beautiful as life is there still could be pain Down the block I hear the sirens just-a screaming away And then the inevitable happens the ending of days Sad as it sounds
mistake Strive to be alive most everyday You can listen stereo or monotone Mega phone, mellow drone DJ with delay Relay super surfer high stereo sound
glass shatter with the impact Air interminglin', ringin' with the singin' Of songs once sung, flung, hung into the rafters Catastrophe struck, the sound
let's get down, baby I'll be locking and loading I'll be shooting forever Got my eye on the target And I'll maybe let you See me moving in silence Feel destruction
biter So, as he turned and walked away With his head to the ground and nothin' to say 'Cause he was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted He tried to battle me and found self-destruction
up look sharp Don't make me pick up with sign get park Hear the bang, see the spark Duck down, lay down just I got the big beat I hear the sound I got
down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without
above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks Sound
get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound They rounded up, pounds of sounds
girl she calls me mr. drummin cuz different strokes rule the world i got a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for drama or appetite for destruction
[Intro - Royce talking] You are now rocking to the sounds of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches [Verse
sound system not distorded The rebel of treble, the bass destroyer Take stage world wide we are born performers Put your right fist up that means that you can join us Appetite for destruction