Disco cannot bring you to life So bring out your dead Oh Disco cannot bring you to life Bring out your dead Disco cannot bring you to life So bring out your dead
the race. There's millions more in line, ready to take your place. It's a backstabbing world that's facing you, They'll take the shirt right off your
the presses, block the doors Cops oppress us, watch the wolves But all the friendly fire is worse than oppression Pressure more stressin is poured in dead presidents (Rakaa) Fights for your
don't feel where you comin' from I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch It's my pleasure to bring
some of y'all still haven't grown into your face, And your face doesn't quite match your head. And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that
up your whole vision like cataracts Red roses on a dead foe Layin in wet clothes from head blows Your whole brain be exposed Get your body torn out the
out by the 2s of ?? "WooTay" There ain't no need For yo beggin me please You can scream and holler til u lose your voice It was your choice for me to
But some of y'all still haven?t grown into your face And your face doesn't quite match your head And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space
haven?t grown into your face, And your face doesn't quite match your head. And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left, You're all
feel where you comin from I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch It's my pleasure to bring
em out by the 2s of ?? "WooTay" There ain't no need For yo beggin me please You can scream and holler til u lose your voice It was your choice for me
educated But some of y'all still haven?t grown into your face And your face doesn't quite match your head And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead
and I'ma call it out Fin to come out the do' running up head on, let's see which one of us falling out One of them thug fire mob niggaz, a gorilla raw