dimes, the crimes and the time For the message, the lesson the stressing and the blessing For the hurt, the work, the Smurfs in the dirt For the schools, the tools
niggas Including you fools, enough to abuse I pick up my tool I choose to use to 'cause you damag, let off my uzi Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb,
dissin our god, bitch! Flesh: Well, in tha middle of tha night my posse prepared to sneak up when im early up creepin nothin' is sleepin but silence
on the silence of mountains And take a look down to the sea Stand in the wind as the carousels spin Wear out your welcome again Stand on the silence
. policy hands in everything Our intervention ends in destruction Collateral damage, the pack is rabid Foaming at the mouth awaiting the feast Your silence Your silence
I was once a broken man I was once a broken fool Lost my wife and children To one basic broken rule Now I live my life in silence Though I'm not quite
they bidding with old timers You walk the same path now they road is wiser A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence Speak volume, loud dudes ain
would trip this year, come on I got the scope on the tool, I can see what you do With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo Ooh, shhh, the silence will speak
a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Hella cool swimming pools, corporate tools, vestibules Herring bones, monotones
we go And we go and we go Our blooded trace The jester race Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age That speak of silence and silence alone Offering
his hand And he raised it to his lips He took a couple of sips And he told that waitress this story I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool
shelf, your presence isn't welcome, but felt, Never tasted life, just smelt. Folded rather than gamble, Deal with what was dealt. Bitterness felt. Sucked into a circle of fools and tools
it is and lose, turn the other cheek and have them both bruised. No chance, no thanks, no way; this blood is old school, a spanner if any tool, put away
to take the stage, oppression, not just a black page, a white plague, impressions I get from the black's rage. So many Jews, with too few saved, learn from the tools
I sing sometimes like my life is at stake 'Cause you're only as loud as the noises you make I'm learning to laugh as hard as I can listen 'Cause silence
the truth But I'm thinking of ways to silence you Close-at-hand (You can live) Commonplace and cruel (Live like this) Rude joke (This is it) Jury-rigged, tool
ear to the ground and shudder from the sound.The death machine ain't slowing down.It's gaining pound for pound. A gas mask is a good tool in the summer
your words be the spark but let your actions be the flame that will burn the truth into the world. Don't let your silence be a tool for the enemy. Always