Låttexter:
Madness Guns

I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone Felt it wasn't safe Even in the

Some get kicks by kicking people, some get high by talking down. I get mine somewhere in-between, dumb attitudes make me frown. There are no guns, there

sadness You're in the mouth of madness You be a gypsy man You've got no sense, no sadness You're in the mouth of madness

thing is rendering A moment moving too fast to endure But you abide and smile wide 'Cause I want to remember this for sure You can give me guns and

death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus: Killah Priest] This is madness, this is madness

I write rhymes, more deadly and more better Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote Some music to madness

t fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness

tha pen I'm sending this to you, ya know Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness

are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal There are mountains made of muscle We have leaders who are anxious, we have captains not courageous Captains tumbling into madness