[Hook] Ey yo the bare like me, weed like me Violence and trouble always seem to find me I don't give a fuck you ain't got it like me The legacy I leave
(feat. Cappadonna, Lounge Mode) [Intro: Cappadonna (sample)] Yo, what up, this is for Kreators Ain't no sweat, same old game, we love the honey ("with
pen Rocks Very (Yeah ugh) Death jester all year, got love for this Who's comin with hits? Representin Bost-on (yeah ugh) Ed O.G., JaySon (yeah), G-Squared, Big Juan Kreators
(feat. Akrobatik, Big Shug, Ed O.G., Guru, Krumb Snatcha) [G-Squared scratches] "Boston" "Boston" "Representin' mass" "Boston" "The worst" "Fuckin'
MADAME MORRIBLE (spoken) Oh, Miss Elphaba: (sung) Many years I have waited For a gift like yours to appear Why, I predict the Wizard Could make you his
We're off to see the Wizard The wonderful Wizard of Oz We hear he is a wiz of a wiz If ever a wiz there was If ever, oh, ever, a wiz there was The Wizard
Wizard man's got a magic tooth Carry it low but keep it loose Don't wait for Christmas When the four winds blow When they carry you out You're gonna
INSTRUMENTAL
Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Andreas GA¶tesson The look of disbelief is still in your face as I watch how your eyes begin to glaze Your broken body
MADAME MORRIBLE: (spoken) Oh, Miss Elphaba (sung/spoken) Many years I have waited For a gift like yours to appear Why, I predict the Wizard Could make
The great hound barked And the world turned white The great hound sighed And the forest died The Wizard Blew His Horn The Wizard Blew His Horn The snow
I know that you're probably mad at me. I've come to expect that. You know that you'll never have all of me, you've come to resent that. You say "tomato
[sample: "You're all the same, the lot of you, with your long hair and] [faggot clothes. Drugs, sex, every sort of filth. And you hate the police,] [don
[NARRATION] And so it was in front of this hotel Our angel did finally arrive And standing at one corner was a young man Who caught the angel's eye
Fire's coming down, hot winds blow smoke away Low screams of the survivors the innocent have paid Nobody knows what happened, light all they've seen People
Like a world religion Like a perfect product of your fantasy Embracing me No rules, no leaders Just the purest power of integrity All I can see Still
See them all marching beyond the horizon of hate Bound by an ancient curse, annihilate Nothing will break them apart No sign of fear ever touches their
Minutely planned professional crime Assassination at night Cold-blooded killers on a midnight hunt For a girl who cannot fight Kidnapped, tortured, skinned
