can take time to think on these things I be tellin kids, "Christ is the Bomb my crew makes rhymes so y'all can take time to think on these things." You
Concentrate and think about the words these monsters say Moves that we make and the shit that we doing Soon you?ll find yourself under their influence
an art form that microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin' The one thing
are. What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only
tone, cross, sword to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, SHOVEL IN A BIG DIG HUDDLED IN A tunnel of big dreams I think big
Paul wrote he said, "Man I die every day" Ya know, time movin so fast, youknow'msayin A day on Earth like a thousand years in heaven Ya know, dependin on
-like sleep. It can last a full day or more, no movement, no colour, no flame in the cheeks. MONTRESOR What, then of these dreaming visions
with an art form that microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin The one thing
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
hurt you All in, you're never alone One true soldier Until the story's over Crossroads, cross toes, hit em with a cross bow Remember baby it's on And
tone, cross, sword to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think
Jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps Fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that last And beats that make dancers put soul in their movements
(Verse #1, manchild) I got these blind musicians watching me listen to their songs/ And I think they?re catching on there?s a chance that I might not
gonna hurt you All in, you're never alone One true soldier Until the story's over Crossroads, cross toes, hit em with a cross bow Remember baby it's on
spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
Time! Yeah, The Cross Movement Up in this piece y'all Yeah! Cypha' Time... [Rappin] Kingdom building, peep the blueprint Who brings the Gospel to your town? The Cross Movement
