know your shit is boring Cut you so hard, ya straight up need some neosporin' Said I'm raining on your head because yo my shit is pourin' Ya eyes get dilated 'cause all your hits is
------ ------ --- --- My ghost is everywhere here It hangs on every tree Lingering with every flower and leaf, smell of scent and sight and sound These
pressure Unless an escape route is found I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound
peace is not stillness but peacefully changing This hope is the hope of the man on the gallows The song is as fine is as fine is as follows The infant
system is broken, decay Because business is down at the depot Defenses are the only things built Neighbors wave goodbye to each other This country is
be me I feel like I'm a refugee Freak You're looking for someone to blame That freak of nature's here again I'm thrilled to discover there is a lot to
is war Terror, feel the sword Terror, here's the score Terror, this is my war I fight for belief My duty is complete Raining down Loyal man bomb in
of our lives Baby girl just let your worries go free, oh From here on out we cruisin' in luxury, yeah We're gonna take it to the next century and forever
It's mine, it's all mine you understand? At least me and my peoples, can you dig that? 21st century thought I'd never see it Right around the corner,
of life is so beautiful, Don't ever let them tell you mother nature is a bitch, Love and restrict only benefit the rich, Loaded with hash eight-teen is
crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock
their mood is violent People, they're no fun I have a century in mind, wait, oh no At least two centuries in mind, wait, it does not matter And this rock is
Intro: Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One. Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex so I say...
down in the place The war of words they??®e so upright You pass a hundred sleepless nights And the worst is yet to come or so they say Here comes seventeen
telecaster with a twang Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise Yes Singers and writers and poets Have flocked here for centuries The city of light is
Triumphant Fight [Solo] (Goddess Of The Fire) For Centuries Our Kind's Been Waiting For This Force To Come The First Of Four Tasks Is Completed By
to this, that this is the only way you can talk To a woman, to do that shtick?" [Gene Simmons:] "Let me ask you something; why is it shtick, when all