i'll teach you its embrace your pain, what you hate your stricken day has come in full do you feel fear at new heights you fight so good its tipping the
A struggle of change that is made. a wrinkle in time, battle of the brave, fighting for hope of one's beliefs. Decieving thoughts planted in minds. when
too small Better get some hills You messing with the president My soldiers kill Kinda on my truths So I never had to fight But like your grandma said Even nice thugs fight Only hang with black
coming, the thunder and lightning is striking. I'm fighting you on the storm. Feel the pain that I'm trying to contain. My heart is as black as the blood
official representative, LAC This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants Never get along like red and black
my niggas at what? Yo they don't want it This is live nigga rap Scared nigga, get back, but if not, it's cool Cause right here is where it's at [havoc
evil streets Only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror But when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer A nigga without a gun is like something is
my introduction to the century And entity is what I plan to be in the industry Enemies in my vicinity Get assassinated like the Kennedy My gats the foolproof remedy It's sonsee, black
I for, lemme see some lighters now, call you Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need Ya must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be She see me, shot
down for no apparent reason by the one that he worked for years, so hard to worship and so hard to please his attempts at pennance proven by the blood
babies, Teensa?? is going crazy. Tryin to raise a seed indeed is never easy. To brothers actin thug. Cuz thugs the only choice. When you young black
queue I'm here for you, close to you Blood in and blood out We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out Guns is just spraying
-cars Town to town, we just write songs And plus we stay up like all night long 20 some years is a long walk Even if its not in a straight line You
Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out Some serving caine Knowing nothing about this murder game Its easily told but hard to hear When niggaz finally find out its
give? Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live? You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean? Is the weekly fight
of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our
. Beat the system, beat its rule Ain't got no class, I ain't a fool Beat the system, beat its law Ain't got no religion cos I know there's more Beat the system, beat its