Running, searching, hiding to restrain Before I ravage all The hate that is burning in my brain Makes my violent tendencies rage Terror strikes, this
Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm Unto the streets of new york city Once we're inside, it's a carnival ride That brings a white knuckle
walking down the backstreets the noon is full and high you feel your body start to sweat someone's about to die you turn around and run it's the only
Kids are spittin' on the Town Hall steps and frightenin' old ladies I dreamt that I was livin' back in the mid 1980s People marchin', people shoutin',
Listen to me, baby, you gotta understand You're old enough to know the makings of a man Listen to me, baby, it's hard to settle down Am I asking too much
1 million bottlebags count 'em Think they can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em Yo, black spend 288 million Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz An' don't
I'm countin' down to the day deservin' fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona 'Cause my money's spent on the goddamn rent
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper Clear the way for the prophets of rage Engagin' on the stage, on a track Tell jack stay in the back I was born
Signed, sealed, delivered I be yours I pour it on the breaks Till it break laws Givin' the gabbin' So the brothers be havin' it Or else the five fingers
I didn't died right I didn't died right {This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin' With Flavor Flav, Oh what's the Flavor Flavor} Yo
When I get down I give what go around And when I cough I do my best to cut it off I don't claim to be a preacher Not paid to be a teacher But I'm grown
Yo gee Come and get your New York Post New York Post right here Come on y'all Get the bost stubost stubost Coasta coasta New York Post Yo New York Post
Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin
the pain strikes, the pain ascends too much to comprehend come down, remove the breath come down, remove what's left loss of the will to live, the
He's crawling out from the asylum, no Under cover of the night Insanity of his crazy mind It's useless for you now to hide Walking the streets, someone
When the hangover strikes And I open my post and the coffee is on And I'm burning my toast, I let the battle commence I see a sun in the trees and a
(Miguel A. Hernandez Vasquez) Tres golpes, tres golpes, tres golpes, na'ma' El baile de Villanueva Tres golpes na'ma' Eh, Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le Le
[Bonus track] Eternal temptation, their eyes to the sky This nightmare is everywhere, my eyes open wide Crash on through troubled waters, oceans collide