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Final Fight Machines

funeral three times a day a disgusting product rests in walking graves lies between your teeth with no voices to scream and all the blood to bleed we fight

bother knocking I'm a grandfather clockin' everything you do I'm seeing through you faultiness So sprinkle me but not with saltiness The ghetto taught me this I fought for this, I fight

things I dunno I dunno, I dunno, I dunno but this one thing I know Your love is better than life Without Your love, I?m just a broken machine Your love

's tryin' ta survive to the final bell, what a fight You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion I stream machine

' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out Machine

fight Death for one and all They storm the gates on hopes to be free Many trampled in the frenzied flee Many fall as machine guns roar See yourself,

The signs of the times. War machines spring to life, and we sit and wonder why? When we bought into all their lies. Allowed our leaders to steal our rights

never take my coin I say, "I got thirty dollars in my pocket, whatchoo doin'?" I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar Come on, Cecil, take a ten I've finally

When you say that's it boy I'm finally beat You're goin' ninety miles an hour Down a dead end street You don't want to fight no more You think that you