blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip,
he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war
church With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running
... As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers ? racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items
searching for the dolphins in the sea Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild
must do!" Disarmament, deitente, peace - promises, not more Reality are fightin' soldiers dying in this war Die in hell Stop these politicians, for they create the war
and church With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running
'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war
(feat. 2Pac) (yeah, yeah the F. A's coming str8 from the wild wild west) [Verse 1: Merciless] Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce Pop's on his fix
news... As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers ? racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war
have a natural meal that's untampered with landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild
you must do!" Disarmament, deitente, peace - promises, not more Reality are fightin' soldiers dying in this war Die in hell Stop these politicians, for they create the war
off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You
