Always remember my friend The world will change again And you may have to come back Through everywhere you've been When your life was low You had nowhere
Always remember my friend, the world will change again. And you may have to come back through everywhere you've been. When your life was low, you had
Born to fight in another man's world Not a world where there's war Born religiously Truth is what they see Death won't come from peace Who fuels this war
be mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war
plates, please enjoy Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Yes, yes, hi, hi I like your bass, I like your bass Your beat is nice,
pitch red but da beat bop my head Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds I got kidnapped they took me to D.C. Have me working underground building missiles for World War
know the talk of the town them long bud Now you f**kin wit a lion strugglin tryin to see these thugs Tryna get rid of us like the war on drugs But a nigga
me All on the wave length buck to the bang Why they gotta stay and make me faint? War paint, walk the plank Fuck the bass smokin' hay Me, I ain'
wicked approaches tonight Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass
for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on Swinging they fists Ready for war but its a
this new year My man Benny Benassi guaranteed to heat up the floor for sure, yeah Bring the noise, bass Bring the noise Bass, how low can you go? Bass
the bone, I?m thuggish ruggish The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick Sermon I gets real determined And one for the trouble and two for the bass I take it
lose my mind 'cause if I do Party over oops out of time Thoughts of war Hangin' in my mind Party over oops out of time We'll see the day Races are broken Talk of war
nobody with the power to sign Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to
can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass
Models by the pier, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, squares Sleep on me, you can't here, war
I know women from desert storm who came back deformed Missin' limbs and disease and they legs is numb Chemicals twice as strong as agent orange It's messages in the bass drum, war
