, spin and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's
doing well Now they were the folks that made America famous Our local fire department stocked with short haired volunteers And on Saturday night while America boozes the fire
there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on every mantle from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are full
aspire to street success, mayne They tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water You either burnt or washed out, so get in order Everyday it's
coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A. Thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on the Falkland charade, They refused
, so change the target Shooting at the general and where's the sergeant? Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America Now it's mass hysteria
started yellin raisin hell-in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin But then yo a nigga just shot a cop Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on
think about my little nephew My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all of the little niggaz Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America
Frankenstein Starving your style to someday be a story in my kids Life's hard, life's easy Life's everyting in between me Life's Peachy like James and
go To set our hearts on fire I know the city's the only show Can I take you for a ride I can make you satisfied All 'n all it's worth your while
on, come on, let's stand together as one Come on, come on, stop threatening to censor our thoughts And you'll get the response you want from now on Come on
me with brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father, everybody
died here's a warning (somebody ring the alarm) Hip=hop just died here's a warning (somebody ring the alarm) Hip-hop just died here's a warning That revenge is coming (It's
missiles streaming overhead to and fro Napalm, people running down the road, skin on fire The Soviets seem up for it The Kremlin's been itching for
, so change the target Shooting at the general, and where's the sergeant? Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America Now it's mass hysteria
Frames 4 4's on top I move them thangs ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain [Unverified] Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the
? Don't even think about it, yeah On and on and on, it's on On and on and on, it's on Do you live in America? Do you know of America?
pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took '