privilege To the grinding of the poor Month after month Year after year For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Fall on your sword
(Intro) One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
coming outta the back do' Hang, on the Darkside ride, Pick up your tec and let fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Running from the park Sleeping out in the rain From falling down the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient
you fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall
is to live lavish, rip mad kids Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come Should've been spit on volume one, tell your
sun, In my intersection, the guard has spoken (Uh) Sword stroken, If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token, On my soul train, control your
the storm The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm With the uniform of my sworn enemies You raped and pillaged my city and spread disease Feel the sword
it on the table, forget stable Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the label You got nothin' to lose, come on choose Stay away from niggaz that bring down your
lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade Circus town's on
sun is rising time is near Darkness fills your parting soul mystical power was yours alone You stole the king's crown of gold claiming his kingdom for your
strange and great, (rearrange your taste) ([both:] from almost nothing, To almost something) From noone listening, (to everybody jumpin) ([both:] kings on the mic, we got kings on production, fuck fallin
wiz'll make you a sweet night And chill with the pawns we on, cuz life is a chessboard You better have you sword and vest on Never hate your enemies,
, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here to sharpen your sword" All praises due to T.M.F.,Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, ghost
pass the heat off I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon Fuck this world, that's why we carry on By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L. No
so In my platoon niggas like you are good for peelin potatoes With your manicured hands and gay flows I murder your first born after it's only a day old
