Tekster: Magic Affair. Fire.
Watch the fire in a fools paradise
Watch the fire, unlock these fearful eyes
Watch the fire, oooh
Watch the fire and break these chains of ice
Check my structure, erupt and rumple
Kill or be killed as the planet crumble
Ignorance wins, for lacks of education
Cultures die, wiped out are the nations
Rise-up panthers, show me the right way
Or live your life behind the A to the K
47, so where is heaven,
Cause hell is Earth, and the life is severen
KKK watch out cause the knowledge
Surpass your mass, light year pass college
Light the torch, young skin cause you're trippin'
I'm serious. True black is the young man
I rap 'till I'm dead, and still have the upper hand
Bring on the job cause the magic is hard
Back-up kids, or else I'll put your card
Here it comes, hot dress hits the ozone
Born negativity runs through homes
Of the innocent maybe the guilty
Temperature high, cause society built me
Se here we go, the frown hits my brown skin
Waiting for the chance to end all the sin
I'm not a devil, but hell I'm raising
Fools I'm chasing, ending invasions (what kind of invasion)
Of the hatred, radical that made it
The mission is hard, and alone I can't fade it
Bring on the job cause MA is at hand
Ready and willing, as the hate hits the fan
Watch the fire, unlock these fearful eyes
Watch the fire, oooh
Watch the fire and break these chains of ice
Check my structure, erupt and rumple
Kill or be killed as the planet crumble
Ignorance wins, for lacks of education
Cultures die, wiped out are the nations
Rise-up panthers, show me the right way
Or live your life behind the A to the K
47, so where is heaven,
Cause hell is Earth, and the life is severen
KKK watch out cause the knowledge
Surpass your mass, light year pass college
Light the torch, young skin cause you're trippin'
I'm serious. True black is the young man
I rap 'till I'm dead, and still have the upper hand
Bring on the job cause the magic is hard
Back-up kids, or else I'll put your card
Here it comes, hot dress hits the ozone
Born negativity runs through homes
Of the innocent maybe the guilty
Temperature high, cause society built me
Se here we go, the frown hits my brown skin
Waiting for the chance to end all the sin
I'm not a devil, but hell I'm raising
Fools I'm chasing, ending invasions (what kind of invasion)
Of the hatred, radical that made it
The mission is hard, and alone I can't fade it
Bring on the job cause MA is at hand
Ready and willing, as the hate hits the fan
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