Just as soon as you fly the black flag with your hands Zapatistas listen close to Zarathustra and Firebrands Copper on my tongue close to blazing 'em
Yeah A fatal attraction To dangerous action A smile in the dark A bullet in your heart Mooning at security Precaution is stupidity Just a superstition
Shadow of power is corruption Shadow of love is rebellion Showers of fire rain down from above Burn the fields where the children play Down in the dark
Beaming over empty earth In the pale and milky stratosphere No one hears the rolling sound Of ocean waves of tears Able was I ere I saw Echoes shifting
All the people rebel But be careful Cause freedom is a word Misused all the time Be cautious Cause freedom is more Than just a state of mind Be careful
This is the front line This is the high wire These are the live rounds This is the lost fire This is one for the children born today All the bloody
Defectors Hey quitters Anarchists You traitors So stand up, and be brave, and escape, this malice This robbery of all that makes you whole I'd rather
There's a bus rollin' down the road Kickin' up dust as it goes It stops at the tattered mailbox signs Picks up babies, mama's crying Cause power ain
I've got the power I've got the power Like the crack of the whip I snap attack Front to back in this thing called rap Dig it like a shovel rhyme devil
Oh my God! [Eminem] These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin him, check the pulse!" A kid who refused
fuck-up i’m not playing i want to back ya punk this is hello kitty bed spread seth and funk mixed with egyptian with a little rappin pulse zappin eric
way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. [("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only] [("thugs cry") on line 6, first
't care... You've never been to Niagara Falls? I have seen water, its water, that's all... The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State? My pulse was as high on my very first
shit now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass now, gettin into mischief and caught my first
with methamphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face Every hour my blood is turning sour And my pulse
t know what I want, and that's all that I've got and I'm picking scabs off my face. Every hour ,my blood is running sour and my pulse is beating out
unseen stride I've walked in luck step without knowing My indifference, my only disguise Now it comes through me like an injection Anonymous pain throbbing real inside And every pulse
now you're gone And so I feel the grey Pulse in my head I turn off the lights and crawl into bed I try to think of sunshine But my body goes wet With the first
