machine A male Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school Fourteen people lying dead
years on Their spirits shall remain when our State is dead When our State is dead When our State is dead and gone
chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey
hate us, disobeyed us, hiatus Underrate us, underpaid us, tried to spray us and erase us And is on, wonder if it??? good or bad karma So don??° try to
, in the back? where...oh-oh, hey! what's your name? Rick. Rick, and? Jane. Rick and jane and carl! alright, here's how it works: there's a beat
from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and
have one on me? It was dark; I was drunk and half-dead, and we slept, knocking heads, sitting up in the star-smoking air, knocking heads like buoys.
farm and you hear this noise "reeh reeh" "reeh reeh" and you don't know what it is and then you see in the back of the barn and there's a soda machine and
and he answers the phone Or I get your machine and I don't hear me When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head When we danced and we sang and we
the day To speak the thousand names of God Under the world is only dead and cold And you still think that you can save your soul The war has come and
papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm lookin' dead in her face But she don't see me I'm unnoticed I head straight to her bedroom window for better
and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and
head. The lynch mob had assembled the sun began to set. I got too much to remember and too much to forget. Came up hard in an ugly machine
Come, come with that guests now They come with the guys Psycho thugs make a dog cry We live in a psychos world You run me down Fuck around And you're dead gone
you have one on me It was dark, I was drunk and half-dead And we slept, knocking heads Sitting up in the star-smoking air Knocking heads like buoys
mean toppa toppa Bwoy disrespect and him get alot a coppa (WHAT!!!) Dem should a know seh machine we nuh lock a chat tuff and yuh head a roll pon di ground
the day, And speak the thousand names of God. Under the world is only dead and cold, And you still think that you can save your soul, The war is come and