Tekster:
Bond Falling At Your Feet

Stouf!! Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer A hardcore freakin' avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at your

, revenge has been sworn Ha, as the towers fall crumbling at your feet Lay down your sword, you must answer to me Now impaled pariah disown your majesty Your

ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground This is how we ride, throw your

scales will fall from her eyes Just with a dream Just with a dream and with a song On my own I may stumble and fall It don't matter at all when you'

symbol Not with a Z, but a P, 'cause Punishment's what I resemble I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands

their feet Without fear they fight Can you hear the call of the north star? Feel it's longing in your heart This bond is eternal, sworn through blood

wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your

speaking a lot, the plot ease drop, greasing a cop Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot Get tied from your feet to the top

language except some dude at the BE See we found a bond, it was just an excuse to cut us off But you damn right, the only two dudes rapping at the bus