'm an outcast with lightnin' in my hand Oh, I got wanderlust lost in no man's land I got a lust for wanderin' lost in no man's land Oh, I got wanderlust
across the land Spreadin' destruction and movin' his hand He carries a ray gun, shoot from the hip Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip You may be a
, yo I'm up on some bliz Total techniques for the hip hop kids Yo, we puttin' the lid on ya, if you're wack you're a goner 'Cuz we on a war path, droppin
give a f*ck And pretty soon I'm a bloomin it'll be alright Everyday's another chance to ignite Cause I'm addicted (Uh-Oh), I'm addicted (Uh-Oh) I'm
long as di gun dem we'll restore di orda-a-a as long as a man will die just to trying cross di borda-a-a as long as those tears will sick out mi fadda
A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the
we remember Zion Cause the wicked carry us away in captivity Required from us a song How can we sing rastafari song in a stra-a-a-a-ange land How wen
of the gun Should you find yourself under a foreign sun Cry a requiem for a kingdom My love swims the river With a knife between her teeth And a million
"I love you"? a simpler democracy where every flaw and failure is called a ?Right? a new form of freedom based on your income your color, creed and your choice of gun
There ain't enough money on a sergeant's pay When the dancehall girl you banged's in the family way Oh you turned my sister into a whore With a pair
this movie I seen one time, About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name
, he threw a Reader's Digest At my head and I did run, I did a somersault As I seen him get his gun And crashed through the window At a hundred miles
(Whoo!) Rider can you be a ghost some day? Rider can you be a ghost some day? Rider can you be a ghost some day? Oh oh, a ghost some day Bigger
just a number on the docket of the selective service roll Wouldn't wanna be a kid in one of many lands Working in a factory, a field, a mine A sweatshop
Ohhhh... the Jackal is born Nine months of torment, a parasite unleashed devouring it's mother, a sacrificial feast ripping through your body like a bullet from a gun
mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan a make me rhyme
. Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun. This was no grim reaper. But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done. Ohh in a blood red
procedure Land hime at Narita Find r**fer Hit thet telli For some leisure Relaxin' Lookin' over Osaka Thinkin' of a line For a rhyme That'll