(feat. RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard) [RZA] Yeah, start wit that one Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric is a mixture of Arabic sandscript
matter how wrong, no matter for how long One knows there's no way in life There is no soul in men But thus do you warn me to recreate my unique picture
I place my foot on the first step That leads me down into my fate So father please forgive me As I cannot see it end I am now up on the table It trembles
Compelled to speak when not to speak My words lead & I follow I must talk or else I'm weak Let no one know my shell's hollow False world created I just
Feel free to question me Let out the hate you feel Blame all your doubts on me And your caving reality I will not judge, I cannot judge So feel free
I've tried it all It's gone too far And the worst of all Is the promise that I can't keep I have emptied every source I have learned all there is to
Fragments of the past flash before my eyes Never ending streams of images colliding Silhouettes of memories slowly fading away Illusionary seductions
I painted a picture of you Your soul was red & your mind was blue Destiny lad a light on my creation This dream I had made a slave of my passion Reality
I've been searching for so long For someone to lead the way And I've been searching for someone Someone to ease the pain And I've been searching for
as valuable as life I'm engaged to longing With sorrow as the ring Controlling me, denying me My every morning is in every way The beginning of a recreation
I am your temptation Your every vicious thought Lacking self-confidence Deception in it's purest form I am your hesitation When you wander in circles
In a garden of sorrow Among the mourning of souls A silent whisper you must walk alone Even though my tears tells me not to I must walk alone I seek
In a future not so distant The sun & moon will still rise But mother Earth shall force us to listen I have seen it written And so it shall it be done
Lonely thoughts from a lonely mind He fights for recognition Desperate tries only Increasing the pressure Falls blind unseen forever The children of
as valuable as life I'm engaged to longing With sorrow as the ring Controlling me, denying me My every mourning is in every way The beginning of a recreation
He ouais ! On a des nouveaux colleges Colleges de l'impunite, on va faire des bons eleves Les enseignants s'ront armes Les classes en beton arme Quand
: Hands up give in to modernism. The re-enactment's closing in. But we're past that now. Dip your head in the water. Hands up and over. Heads down in