walk down Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from
heart burns up inside of me Burnt and charred from this desert heat My heart burns up inside of me And the pain with in is the pain outside The desert
two bodies in the house these guys are ready to get of the most guys. We left the house 'n' the dog 'n' the New York 'n' left back just
Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK Since they brough gold back I bought me a gold mack To explode I leave ya back on Old National I'm in a gentlemen
of my own and I won't throw stones so I get back what I give reach for the two homeboy go ahead you wanna be dead, homie be dead who am I to be thinking
hear my pain If you've lost any loved ones you'll feel what I'm saying I Ope it's peaceful, down there were they lay 'em When someone you loved, who put you up from
just hear my pain If you've lost any loved ones you'll feel what i'm saying Hope its peacful down there where they layin When someone you loved, who brought you up from
my pain If you've lost any loved ones, you'll feel what I'm saying I hope it's peaceful down there where they layin' When someone you loved, who put you up from
to ya brain If it's fucking with change Fifty-four, nigga, remember the name Ritz, glitz, only when we empty clips And dismember your brain 'Cause I remember pain, gain pain
she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead
didn't shine their lights on him. They just shot him ...dead!] This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn. A treagedy, because from
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
Ima stay fool from tha Southside, we dont bang bang yes my mouth is what dry, Im gone wreck shop gots to send it to that Miller, boys dead and gone yes
protect you from fears, always be here Love your moms, hate the streets I?ll protect you from fears, always be here To the streets of my house someone
Tryin to act hard I'm at my house raking leaves in my backyard Baby venom spit flame Eat lightning and throw thunder You could feel my pain I'm the hurricane
[Verse 1: Chuck D] Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over
, I'm basically talkin' to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change when I die From