've lost control fight on fight on [chorus] i'm sick and tired of being sick and fucking tired heard the last shot rired walked the high wire no desire
in the rat race Erasing all the memory of something that they can't quite comprehend I end a line to the live wire With my entire trickle down lava flow blood fire I attack with
I drilled a wire through my cheek And let it down and out my sleeve And as your pulling out the best of me Yeah which never ever comes This wires all
oonu right up (Right up) Because di lyrics dem a blast till night up (Night up) Come on don't act slight up and fight up (Fight up) Mi haffi tell dem
hand for longer than you need to Armored cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons And everybody's stood behind The man behind the wire There's a fight to love A fight
1] From Zumbi dos Palmares na mata fechada To Commando Vermelho bustin at the cops with them choppas Che Guevara and Castro bangin' in Cuba To the Zapatistas and Latin kings that bust with
the choir The punchline is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight fire with a riot The class war is hanging on a wire because the martyr
're telling everyone Living in everyday combat Day to day commuter riot Shot down, dancing in the DMZ (And we) Walk on, streets on fire Caged in with razor wire
house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz im hot to death and im so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me Everytime
on crack with a sufferin past I dream in black and white, the world color me bad Other than sad, painful and stress Life is good with the webs that, tangle
left to fight (Live free or let me die) You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied There's nothing left to fight Nothing left to fight (Nothing left
fight from inserting a laugh where there's none show me where this joke got tired tell me you know cause I'm slow catching on.. your trying to break me down with
chosen Is you Whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your
on mud tires, let's ride Back in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the word Light
, oceans vs. mountains (Welcome to her world, oceans versus mountains) Call me the poor girl ?cause I love to fight them (Call her the poor girl ?cause she loves to fight
thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the
P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension The nardi to steer with
gal dem make we give it to them with stamina... [Chorus Yankee:] [Verse 3:] you gotta let it bounce aqui esta el mas guillao welcome to my house of pain wired
