I'm holding the Beacon, holding the night And if one of the darkness has won over light The pure shall be slaughtered in eternal night" Ruled by the ancient kings The city
ring of fire and you've got to go through it. Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run to the limit turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire and you're
you ain't dirrty You ain't here to party (woo!) Ladies (move) Gentlemen (move) Somebody ring the alarm A fire on the roof Ring the alarm (and I
that bitch aint hard. phone ringin (who is that), got some money (where its at), phone ringin (hello), worthsome bitch call me back, my baby momma dead
Twenty questions ringing in my head The moment sober but its never dead What did I say and what is all this man, cause I want you, I want you The fire
it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride
when you enter {Verse Three: Keith Murray} Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As
in a shoebox, mapping out a dead end In the uncharted countries out on ecstacy's borders You have seen the reflections There's laughter in your cities
Kor-Avul-Thaa... finest jewel in the crown of a realm of sublime glory, greatest city in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world... Its splendid walls
breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that
Waitin for a stray pass-byer Grab the motherfucker burn him set him on fire I've been insane since exchange of rings that the docs in autops', tried
murder me, or lock me up Twenty-five to life, throw the key [Chorus] [Verse One: X-1] Yo, yo You know what happens in the actions of the inner city
Big Bun for nothin No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all
' off by the fire hydrant. Yeah I'm from the ghetto, Where old black women talk about they sugar level, It's not unusual, To see photos of dead homies
glory Let's those legs on fire She's going to take away your life And there's a mess beyond the killing fields A shock Bells ringing from the city
ladies move, gentleman move Somebody ring the alarm, a fire in the room Ring the alarm, and I'm trowin' elbows Ring the alarm, and I'm trowin' elbows Ring
a ring of fire and you've got to go through it. Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run to the limit turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire and you