lights Still hold our attention We think that the holy books Are written in blood and fire But what if it's water? The fire's turned to blood The blood
why Your alibi will never hold up to mine Standing up when paralyzed Pull the cloak over your eyes It aint enough to be a mountain tall Adding up,
the reason why Your alibi will never hold up to mine Standing up when paralyzed Pull the cloak over your eyes It aint enough to be a mountain tall Adding up
mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all
know I'm gonna end ya, uh The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in Niggaz are do ducking
to shoot up They say I went crazy ever since I tooed up They say I went to jail I got that tru up on my stomach On my back and my arm, cause niggaz ain
Garvey Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods Make you shut the fuck up,
racist attack? Or blood thirsty lust? Again the left jump on the back of this weeks attack And force feed, socialist shit militant crap. They blatantly try and whip up
from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Word up, word up
one who shed His blood I still think of the way He died now and how it was It feels me with pain inside, I feel like throwing up I can't escape, I can
to come and kill us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
that Come through with a big baseball bat Like blood, don't make me get old skool Blood, don't make me get old skool Blood, don't make me get old skool Blood
that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you move like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you whine like that Slow, fast, up
swat team to come and kill us But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live To get revenge and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn and still rise
the fallen Fight to pave the way For the saviors calling On this wicked day Through a fair of madness With a vicious play One man rises up Standing in
those unforgiving eyes [Lead: Simon] Striking hard, striking fast in desperation The world around is filled with shades of red Forced to stand in weak anticipation As rivulets of blood