carriages Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?) Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees They gon die in New
, But why impose our madness on future generations? Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be future generations? In your passive
i stood before the glittery borders of new radius in search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet, what i found was a gutter where the love of
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My
Anarchist leagues are forming all over Nowhere! we're going to pay! I don't and I won't and you know what it's all about! Fuck the new conformity! We
The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the new slavery is to keep The people poor and stupid "Novus Ordo Seclorum" How can there be any logic
do ya Send you back to the future, he for real man? HELL YEAH I don't care, I gets it on anywhere From the streets of East New York, to the streets of
like a ferris, looking to find some wheels Homey after homey dying over humbug Keeping my mind immune to pain I'm going insane just thinking about the past At last, it's a future
discuss. Discuss our future... your future. Our journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build. These are weapons that
with a cup of essence still the presence spread the message never no weapons and taint no best friends shut up n handle ur buisness this the new thing
Rising from the slaughter of war Rulers of the seven nights rise The future of mankind unfolds Hail the dawning of a new age The master race shall now
deal My sister's gear now has sex appeal My brother's my partner and we're getting paper Three months later we run our own caper My family's happy everything is new
blessings with haste Even a prophet can catch a case Didn't realize how sweet the future might taste Telepathically cutting through mental gates Words were weapons
carriages Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (? ) Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees They gon die in new
beef Await on my front-lawn, like I'm expectin' ya beef I know that Dike Mike, wanna turn the plex into peace But I can't, why? I threw away my weapon
some get your ass kicked It's not the power of miss The work of secret politics (the rumor's turned to an arena) Between the old and new bitch I think
Someone give some hope thats breath for our living souls Even if your physical can't breathe stand up and lead Me and my band of brothers advance under siege Move towards the future